The Mad Swordsman In Navigation

Forget it, let's just settle for now. It's already rare to find a scabbard that matches the length of a black knife.

"Um...thank you very much for the gift."

Kazan bowed. Although it was a broken wooden scabbard, it was a gift from the other party. No matter what, he had to thank him. This was the basic etiquette passed down to him by the spirit in his soul.

After Kazan took the wooden scabbard, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he walked around the dilapidated weapon shop under the kind gaze of the old lady.

The weapons shop inside was also very dilapidated. They were all old, weak and sick. There was a piece missing here and a corner missing somewhere. It shocked Kazan's eyes.

but.

Kazan looked at the long knife in his hand with a hint of light red wrapped around the blade and handle.

This light red color was not intentionally dyed during production. It is a very contradictory color that was acquired for unknown reasons.

He deliberately turned his back to the old lady and stretched out his ghost hand to feel the long knife.

Ghost hands, in pleasure.

This light red color is probably stained by blood.

How many creatures must be killed to make a knife look like this?

Kazan speculates that this sword should be similar to Third Generation Ghost Cry and Luo's Ghost Cry. It is only a "quick sword" in level, but it is considered a kind of demon sword due to acquired reasons.

Kazan noticed that this knife was not due to any special induction. Kazan did not notice anything special about this knife before the ghost hand came into contact with it.

He would pick up this knife for the pure reason that it was the same length as the Black Knife.

155cm.

There are still relatively few knives of this length, and they are usually customized individually for people with relatively large statures.

"Grandma, do you believe in fate?"

"roll."

"...?"

Kazan was driven out by the old lady with a broom. At the same time, the blood-stained demon sword was thrown out. This demon sword also had no scabbard.

But fortunately, the old woman threw out a broken wooden scabbard, which was exactly the same as the one used by Dark Moon.

Kazan looked at the two long knives with broken wooden scabbards in his hands, and suddenly felt as if he had suffered some strange fate.

Didn't think much about it.

The first thing Kazan did when he left the weapon store was to turn around, bow to the weapon store, and silently thank him.

"I, Kazan, will try my best to refine it into a black sword and become the strongest in the world, worthy of the gift from grandma."

Walking in the alleyway leaving, Kazan whispered something softly.

The ghost hand picked up the demon knife again, and two small words gently appeared on the handle.

useless.

"Demon Sword·Wuyou, this is your name."

"Let me introduce you, this is your brother, Black Blade Dark Moon."

"Ah...no, it was Moonlight who came before. It should be your sister."

"You two should get to know each other. We will be partners from now on. We should get along well."

Kazan walked, holding up two black knives and talking to himself.

…

New World, a corner of Wanokuni.

A sloppy old man was telling history to a cute little boy with navy blue hair.

"Legend has it that our Wanokuni sword god, the swordsman Ryoma, was defeated by a great swordsman five hundred years ago because he underestimated his opponent."

"Later, Mr. Ryoma went to challenge again. That battle lasted only a moment, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed. No one knew how thrilling the battle was, but fortunately, Mr. Ryoma won..."

"That day, dark clouds were overwhelming. Wanokuni couldn't see any sunlight, and no one could see the battle clearly."

"The opponent was later called the second greatest swordsman in the world. Cyrano, who was born in West Blue, was also the only great swordsman to defeat Mr. Ryoma."

"Mr. Ryoma has praised the sword in the opponent's hand more than once. It is a guardian sword comparable to Qiushui. It is also the dream blade that our Wanokuni warriors want to have most besides Qiushui."

"But Mr. Ryoma had a question until his death. Why did Cyrano hate his sword so much that he even called it..."

"The demon sword is useless."

The little boy's eyes sparkled as he listened to the history told by his grandfather, and he swore an oath: "I must find the Dream Blade!"

…

"Oh ho~ It actually worked."

Kazan has now entered the dual sword form that activates blood rage.

However, the sword in his left hand was no longer a pure blood sword, but a demon sword named Wuyou whose blade was filled with the blood of ghost hands.

The blood of the ghost hand was actually willing to 'cooperate' with the demon sword Wuyou, each taking a part without devouring each other.

Kazan thought that with the domineering power of the ghost hand, he would definitely swallow all the demonic sword into his blood.

"In this way, you don't have to worry about the previous situation where the blood knife collapsed."

"Yes, you can truly become a second-swordsman."

Bentham looked at the bloody blade in Kazan's left hand and the black knife in his right hand. Neither of these two knives gave him a slightly comfortable feeling.

No matter which knife it was, he had a feeling that as long as he got close to it, it would produce an ominous feeling or even death.

"You guy, now your whole body is filled with a kind of 'monster' aura."

"Oh? Really, thank you for the compliment."

"I didn't praise you!!!"

"Being called a monster on the sea is something to be proud of. Xiao Feng, you must make this your goal."

"I don't want to be called a monster! I just want to be called a she-mon!"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to talk to you about these useless things. Let's go and hunt more pirate groups. All pirate groups with fifteen million or less will be solved by you alone."