Ankaido, the ancestor of pirates

Chapter 269 Four Factors Affecting Strength (Subscribe)
On the arena of Zaun's Strongest Challenge, Mihawk and Musashi stood face to face on the arena.

"Whether you want to be a sword bearer holding a sword in your hand, or become a real swordsman, the final choice is in your hands!"

Mihawk's lips moved slightly, followed by a terrifying flying slash that filled Musashi's field of vision.

"boom!"

"call!"

Musashi was awakened by his own nightmare. Ever since his battle with Mihawk, he had often dreamed of fighting against the opponent, and in the end he would definitely be awakened by the opponent's incomparable flying slash, as if in a dream In the middle, Musashi thought that he could not win the opponent, and he had no chance of winning.

"It's past four in the morning?!"

Musashi got up from the bed, glanced at the time on the clock, then looked at the dark sky outside, shook his head helplessly, and continued to sleep after drinking some water.

"Woooooooo..."

Accompanied by the sound of steam from the electric kettle, Musashi subconsciously picked up the kettle and poured it into a super cute bear cup in his hand.

"Whoo~"

"who!?"

However, accompanied by a gust of wind, the drowsiness on Musashi's body was instantly dispersed.

"Ding……"

I saw a dart flying towards Musashi outside the window, and finally shot through Musashi's most precious bear cup.

"what……"

Musashi looked at the cup he could no longer use, and then at the man in black who had disappeared outside the window, a surge of anger filled his heart.

"Ugh……"

But Musashi still didn't chase him out, firstly, it was too late now, and secondly, he had to clean up the broken ceramic cup in front of him.

"what……"

In the process of cleaning up the broken cup, Musashi found a secret letter. It turned out that the person who threw the dart just now was just throwing this letter in.

"Six o'clock this morning! See you at the No. [-] Martial Arts Field!"

Although the secret letter has been wet by water, the handwriting on it can still be seen clearly.

"His!"

After reading the secret letter, Musashi angrily tore the paper to pieces, with the purest anger shining in his eyes.

"Simply unforgivable!"

Musashi clenched his hands tightly. Since the thief wanted to compete with him in the martial arts field, he told the other party the difference in strength and how terrible Musashi's anger was.

The anger that had been dominated by nightmares for many days, and the anger that his beloved cup was broken, made Musashi unable to control himself for a while. He wanted to tell the other party that no matter who the other party was, it was not a good thing to provoke him, he was super fierce.

Walking into the bathroom, opening the door was cumbersome, and then took off the mask that he would wear even when sleeping, revealing the true face inside.

"Tsk~"

Musashi looked at his own appearance in the mirror, and felt a little annoyed in his heart. His appearance was not what a swordsman should be at all.

After a simple wash, put on the brand new mask for going out, and clean the home mask that he just took off. He changes the mask almost every day, and separates the home and out masks.

Then he went to the bedroom and opened his large closet to change into today's combat uniform, a set of tights that allowed him to fully display his petite figure and strong mobility, then picked up the two samurai swords placed in the ancestral hall, accompanied by the dim The sky is out the door.

At six o'clock in the morning, Musashi arrived at No. [-] training ground on time.

"Yo~ Long time no see! Do you want to eat an apple?"

The moment Musashi entered the martial arts arena, a toothpick was dangling from his mouth, and a super-long katana sword was carried on his back, even compared to the height of a man. There was a little stubble on his chin, The man with the ponytail who thought he was handsome greeted Musashi lightly and threw an apple over.

"Musashi Two Swords Style, Taoyuan Ten Fist!"

However, what responded to the man was not a kind smile from the other party, or a hug full of love between friends, but two huge flying slashes intersected and slashed towards the man.

"Oh my god!"

The man saw the slash coming towards him, so frightened that the toothpick in his mouth dropped, he pulled out the samurai sword behind him and used his secret technique.

"Aoyi Yanhui!"

With just one blow, he touched the highest field of swordsmanship. Even Mihawk saw it, and evaluated the man as the most powerful contender for the strongest swordsman in the future world.

The three slashes came out in an instant, sealing off the space in an instant, and Taoyuan's ten punches disappeared without a trace even before touching the corner of the man's clothes.

"Hi~"

Musashi glanced slightly sideways. Looking at his mask with cracks, he knew that the opponent had won.

"If you go on like this, don't talk about me, you can't even catch up with the swordsmen of your own country..."

Musashi stroked the crack on his mask lightly, and Mihawk's words rang in his ears again.

"It's dangerous! I almost died! Speaking of which, I just wanted to meet you. Did you slash me with a flying slash as soon as I came up? We can be regarded as brothers who have met each other honestly." ?”

Men are the pride of the Shimotsuki family, Shimotsuki Kojiro smiled at Musashi, his words were full of flattery.

"..."

Musashi didn't say anything to the man, he just stared at the man quietly, as if he wanted to see something from Kojiro.

"Huh? Is there something on my face?"

Kojiro asked Musashi with some uncertainty, he remembered that he had washed well before going out today!

"Why can you become so powerful?"

After being silent for a moment, Musashi directly asked Kojiro the question that had troubled him for a long time.

"Hahahaha... What am I supposed to be? You actually want to ask this question?! Hahahaha..."

Listening to Musashi's words, Kojiro laughed loudly, which shocked him a lot. He thought he was not handsome enough?Fortunately, my appearance is still good. The other party’s problem has nothing to do with appearance. Seriously, if the other party asks why you look so ugly, he probably can’t help but commit suicide now. Strength is a temporary problem. Handsome It's a lifetime thing.

"Is that a funny question?"

Musashi looked at Kojiro who was laughing loudly in front of him, and his heart suddenly became angry. He felt that he had been fooled. Was the other party looking down on him?

"No! It's my own problem, huh..."

"Are you asking me the reason why I am strong? Many people have asked me this question, and my answer to them is-talent! My talent is enough to make me strong! The conditions and factors that affect our strength in this world are nothing more than That’s four! The first is family. Without a family that can support you, it’s just empty talk… Some people can’t even meet the conditions of hard work! The second is luck. Some people come from very good backgrounds, but God always has talents Then some people died before they were adults, and they didn’t even have a chance to live. The third is hard work. Before talking about talent, you need to work hard. Many people don’t work hard enough to talk about talent. Finally It is talent. Compared with the others, talent is the most disappointing. With the same training method, some people can cut a mountain in three days, and some people can't even chop wood in 30 years!"

"My family is a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Zu'an Kingdom. All members of the family told me the way to become stronger without reservation, so there is no problem with my family. Being born into such a family is enough to make me stronger. But it's just generally strong... The second is luck. I am grateful that I can live in the era led by His Majesty Kaido, an era where outdated concepts can be broken and everyone can become stronger. I also thank God for allowing me to grow up healthily I got up, so my luck is not a problem..."

"The third is hard work. First of all, I work hard enough. I am the hardest working group in the entire clan... The last is talent! There are countless people in Zaun who meet the above three conditions, but I am indeed in the same age group. The strongest, even known as the most talented person in the Frost Moon family for thousands of years, just because my talent is good enough!"

Standing in front of Musashi, Kojiro praised his background, luck, hard work and talent in an extremely flat tone.

"So you're saying that my talent is not as good as yours?"

Musashi frowned slightly after listening to Kojiro's rambling.

"No! If it were other people in this country, I might say that, but you are different! In my opinion, your talent is comparable to that of the noble Yamato-sama, even above me!"

Kojiro shook his head lightly at Musashi and said.

"Since my talent is above yours, why am I not as strong as you?"

Musashi didn't understand. If he was talented enough, why couldn't he beat Kojiro?
"You see, I said before that the four factors that affect a person's strength are family, luck, hard work, and talent! Your talent is no problem, and I have seen hard work. You can grow up alive and even get the blessing of that Oda-sama. The practice handbook shows that your luck is simply extraordinary, so the factors that affect your strength can only happen in your family."

"Family includes many factors. The first is the family background. If the son of a craftsman and the son of a samurai both want to become a samurai, the son of a samurai must have a greater chance! The second is the family relationship. If the son of a craftsman insists on becoming a samurai Becoming a samurai, but the craftsman wanted his son to succeed him as a craftsman. In the end, the two quarreled, or other things caused the child to fall into various shadows, and the final result must not be good. The third is family socialization. It is also possible that the craftsman offended someone, and was secretly tripped up by someone to suppress the craftsman's son, and something bad happened in the end, causing the craftsman's son to be mentally chained and unable to become stronger."

"See for yourself what is preventing you from becoming stronger?"

Kojiro asked Musashi softly.

"..."

"So why do you keep talking about the craftsman's son? Did the craftsman's son recruit you or provoke you?"

Musashi thought for a while, then asked Kojiro a question.

"It's not...the factor that interferes with your becoming stronger, you ask me, the artisan's son?"

Kojiro said to Musashi with some collapse, he was so dedicated to help Musashi analyze, the other party actually asked him why he always used the son of a craftsman when giving examples?
"Hahaha... I probably know what factors affect my becoming stronger?"

Musashi smiled slightly at Kojiro, then nodded.

"I ask you, if one day you have to take revenge, but the target of your revenge will raise you even though he knows your purpose and identity, and will give you a way to become stronger without hesitation. It is so powerful that it makes you desperate, will you still seek revenge?"

Musashi hadn't smiled so happily for a long time, probably because he was so happy that his head became hot, and he asked Kojiro a question that had troubled him for a long time.

"Ok!"

Kojiro, who was originally immersed in Musashi's laughter, suddenly shrank his eyes and pupils when he heard Musashi's question, this tmd is a trap!How would he answer such a question?

"If you don't want to say it, forget it!"

Musashi knew that the question he asked was a bit too sensitive, especially after the other party saw him, it was even more sensitive.

"This is not within my answer. I can only think of ways to make you stronger, strong enough to defeat your enemy, but whether you want revenge in the end depends on your mood at that time!"

Kojiro shook his head slightly at Musashi, he threw the question back to Musashi, if it was him, he would probably let go of his hatred, but he would not persuade people to let go of their hatred, nor would he take the initiative to stir up trouble for people to take revenge. Retiring is not something that he, a mere outsider, can decide.

"Um?!"

However, Musashi did not expect that Kojiro would give such an answer in the end, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he saw some starlight.

"Actually, I asked you out today to tell you a passage that my master once left. It was when I was chatting with the master. The master told me. I think he actually wanted to use my mouth to say Let me tell you!"

Kojiro looked at the petite person in front of him with eyes full of stars, afraid that if he continued to stay with him, he would do something that did not conform to his life creed as soon as his head got hot.

"Well! I'll listen carefully."

As Musashi said, the starlight in his eyes became even brighter.

"Ah! Hiss!"

Kojiro gasped, and decided that no matter whether Musashi was a "he" or a "she", even if it became an "it", Kojiro would try to keep as little contact with the other party as he was afraid he would get a headache.

"Listen carefully, my master told me that you are indeed a genius swordsman, and you can completely restore the swordsmanship of that swordsman named Yu Tian, ​​but Yu Tian's light is too bright, and he lost your original strength Completely suppressed! Now it is not so much that you are manipulating the sword in your hand, it is better to say that the sword is manipulating you to restore Mita's swordsmanship! If you want to become a real great swordsman, then abandon Mita's swordsmanship and walk on your own Let’s go! That’s all for now, I’m done talking, I’ll contact you if there’s nothing else to do in the future!... Sigh! It’s too late!”

As Kojiro said, he jumped up and down and left the arena, his heart beat so hard that he was a little out of breath.

But even so, Kojiro still only left a sentence to keep in touch in the future...but he didn't say what to do if Musashi has something to do?
"Ha ha……"

Musashi looked at Kojiro who was running away and smiled lightly, and took off the mask on his head, revealing the fine and long hair like a sea of ​​cherry blossoms, which has been there for so many years.

"It's time to say goodbye to the damn mask, I am who I am."

Musashi casually threw the mask in his hand into the trash can, not paying any attention to the warriors who came to the training ground one after another, and just walked towards his house.

Saying goodbye to the masked Musashi, the original quiet and monotonous streets of Zaan have added a new landscape.

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