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Chapter 261: Momentum Blade
Chapter 261: Momentum Blade
“Kuro, you coward! Despicable one! Vermin! Why won’t you face me!”
Before Sazil, Donald roared into the air, each word striking Sazil’s heart like a hammer.
No matter how he explained, Donald refused to believe he was Kuro. Instead, his stubbornness grew—the more Sazil admitted his name, the more Donald became convinced the real Kuro must be a spineless worm.
Lida and Klah exchanged glances. Klah nodded, light glinting off his glasses.
He’s looking for Sazil-Kuro.
But this fool probably won’t believe the truth.
If he refuses to accept Sazil as his sought-after Kuro, then there’s only one Kuro left in this room who can meet his demands.
“Why are you yelling at me?”
A voice echoed from the sky.
Kuro had just returned to Moe Island when he heard a loudmouthed man cursing him at the port—calling him a coward, a scoundrel, the usual insults.
Donald looked up. A figure in a navy-hooded cloak floated above, gazing down.
“You’re Kuro?”
Donald blinked, scrutinizing the figure in the sky. He nodded in satisfaction. “No doubt! You must be Kuro! Do you think you can hide?”
“Handsome, upright posture, sharp gaze, melancholic aura—even without stubble, you’re exposed! You’re like a firefly in the night, so obvious, so extraordinary!”
“Is that so?”
Kuro fell silent, scratching his head awkwardly, cheeks reddening. “Ah, no—I haven’t washed my face yet. You’re flattering me too much.”
Everyone: “….”
Lida nearly rolled her eyes out of her skull. She never expected this man, who seemed so stubbornly serious, to suddenly turn bootlicker.
Sazil, meanwhile, crumpled to the ground, pounding the earth with his fist.
I’m the real Kuro! The true Kuro you seek!
Kuro descended from the sky, landing before Navy, facing Donald.
“But even though you praised me, you were cursing me earlier. Who are you? What do you want?”
“I am Donald!”
“Hold it!” Klah hastily interrupted, speaking rapidly. “Mr. Kuro, this is Donald, a man from Flower Country. He’s here for revenge.”
He’d grown thoroughly sick of Donald’s self-introduction routine.
“Revenge?”
Kuro stared at Donald. “What grudge do we have?”
“We have no grudge.”
Donald answered honestly. “But my master had a feud with yours. He never got over losing to your master, even on his deathbed. When I learned you were on Moe Island, I sought out Elmos to challenge you!”
His long spear thrust toward Kuro, shouting, “Fight me! A disciple must reclaim his master’s honor!”
Master…
Kuro’s face blanked.
Since when did he have a master?
Gramps?
Though the old man had treated him kindly, he’d taught him nothing. Kuro certainly wouldn’t rely on that old rogue for anything—his main combat methods were his innate abilities.
Kicking techniques? Not interested. Swordsmanship? Gramps had nothing to teach him. His “cheat skills”? He had two? No, the 【Shinmeiryu Style】 was entirely self-developed upon his arrival in this world. No one else could possibly wield it, so there’s no “disciple” sharing his power.
Who else…
Donald saw Kuro’s confusion and grew angry. “Don’t mock me! Even if your master was once part of the Rockspirate Gang, sailing with Whitebeard, Beast King, and Big Mom, that’s no reason for pride! Didn’t he mention the Flower Country lancer who bested him?”
He mentioned him.
Sazil thought bitterly.
Of course he did. That old man never stopped obsessing over the Flower Country lancer who crippled him. How could he not bring it up?
But Donald’s words confused Kuro.
He pondered, striking his right palm with his left hand. “Ah, you mean him? I’m not his disciple.”
He thought Donald meant Shanks.
“How dare you betray your master!”
Fury erupted in Donald. He tightened his grip on his long spear, charging forward. “You inherited everything from him—daring to deny him? Are you that afraid of me? Or perhaps, as a Navy member, you’re ashamed to admit a pirate taught you?!”
Boom!
“Stellar Point!”
His foot slammed into the ground before Kuro, his cross spear blurring into afterimages, emitting cold gleams like glittering stars in the sky, striking Kuro from all angles.
“Spear techniques?”
Kuro blinked. He rarely encountered cross spear users—Navy had no experts in long polearms, relying mostly on brute strength.
The only one he knew with true skill was Whitebeard.
But Donald wasn’t like him. His movements were sharp, the spear wrapped in chains—evidently for long-range attacks. Throwing it wouldn’t work without sufficient strength.
This guy’s quite skilled.
Kuro gripped his hilt. Black light flashed. Several beams of darkness blurred into afterimages, intercepting the star-like strikes with metallic clangs, blocking every attack in an instant.
Donald yanked back his spear, releasing a whistling sound, then thrust again. This time, his spear tip was coated in Haki.
Clang!
Kuro merely swung his blade sideways, effortlessly deflecting Donald’s spear.
“You’re no pirate?”
“Of course not!”
Donald stepped back, breathing heavily. “I’m the Flower Country’s Guard Captain! How could I be a pirate?!”
Kuro sighed. “Fine. Since you praised my looks and aren’t a pirate,”
He sheathed Autumn Water, stepping forward. “One slash. If you lose, go home.”
“Hah! I admit you’re strong, but think you can beat me in one strike? You underestimate me too much—”
Before he finished speaking, Kuro drew Autumn Water, slowly swinging his blade. The movement was agonizingly slow—a normal person’s casual slash. But to those accustomed to Kuro’s lightning-fast strikes, this was torturously sluggish.
Yet as the blade moved, Donald suddenly froze. His eyes widened in shock, his body locking in place, helpless as the steel approached.
The blade tip halted at Donald’s nose.
Kuro sheathed his sword, saying, “Enough?”
“Huh…”
Donald’s arms slackened. His cross spear clattered to the ground. He didn’t care, collapsing to the floor, panting heavily, his gaze losing focus.
To others present, it seemed an ordinary slash.
Sazil was puzzled—Mr. Kuro merely swung once, yet Donald, who easily bested him, collapsed?
Klah didn’t understand either.
Only Lida glimpsed the truth. “Similar to ‘Crushing Pressure’?”
In Donald’s eyes, the world shattered as Kuro swung.
The surroundings vanished. The black blade in his vision expanded infinitely.
No escape!
No evasion!
Wherever he fled, the slash would strike him!
The momentum’s overwhelming pressure left him helpless. It felt like mountains crashing, the Grand Line surging, the sky overturning.
Momentum Blade.
Not a technique for slicing flesh, but an insight gained during Kuro’s second stage swordsmanship cultivation.
A single-target version of Killing Intent’s Crushing Pressure, yet without malice—purely harnessing the unstoppable tide of nature.
Still incomplete.
(End of Chapter)
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