The black and faint muzzle is sore and suppressed; the cold wind blows, and the yellow leaves are falling, sprinkling in the center of Dojo, inexplicably quiet.
Yarlin held up the words of peace, piercing the stake every inch, and then slowly coming out, and the broken pieces of the wood fell on Zoro's forehead.
Yarlin was holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and his eyes were filled with intriguing luster. He looked at Koshiro and said: "Being able to teach such a brave and fierce swordsman, I must also be able to temper a batch of worthy for me. Use a sword."
Koshiro remained silent.
Yarlin shrugged his shoulders, took a step back slowly, loosened the handle of the knife lightly, and inserted a word of peace in the stake quietly. He stared at Koshiro calmly, waiting for the other party. Reply.
Koshiro gently held the frame of the frame, the hair tied with a rope behind it was lifted up slightly by the wind. He took a deep look at Yarlin and said, "I will do my best."
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"Very good! Later, I will pick a batch of Marines and send them to Isshin Dojo, so I will trouble Hall Master to carefully adjust and sharpen them. Today, I won't bother them." Yarlin turned and moved without being muddled. Walking towards Dojo, the Marine behind him quickly closed his gun and lined up neatly behind him.
"Name!" A hoarse, dry voice came from the ground. Zoro climbed up from the ground with difficulty, holding the hilt of the word Hedao with one hand, and leaning on the wooden stake tremblingly. After a pause, he said: "Marine, your name!"
Yarlin stopped at the door of Dojo for a while, and then the silhouette without looking back gradually moved away, only a soft name drifted into Zoro. In his ears, it seemed to echo in the sky above Isshin Dojo, and it didn't go away for a long time.
"Yarlin!"
Roronoa •Zoro remembers this name in my heart.
Some students in Isshin Dojo just seem to be relieved at this moment. They kneel on the ground one by one, with a little fear remaining in their eyes, and some show inexplicable yearning, and suddenly they want to join Marine thoughts.
"Marine Lieutenant Yarlin, there has been an amazing formidable person on the East Blue…" Koshiro looked at the messy Dojo, with a premonition in his heart, the near future I will hear this name again, maybe not only myself, but the entire East Blue will soon resound through this name.
Koshiro sighed, he walked to Zoro, gently stroked the opponent's head, and dusted the opponent's forehead with sawdust, said solemnly: "Failure is the best grind, it will tell you the mountain ahead Where!"
Zoro stood up swayingly, tears overflowing from his eye circles, he exhausted his last strength to pull out the word Hedao, dry the blood on it and insert it back into the scabbard.
"Heal your injury, just leave, this sea is huge." Koshiro finally warned Zoro solemnly repeatedly: "That Marine is not actually a swordsman, so there is no need to challenge again. He, but Zoro, you will not be obedient, so remember, until you are strong enough, don't commit the impulse of today too early!"
"Keep the sword in the sheath and bear with it , Sharpening, this is also part of the sword!"
"I got it!" Zoro held the sword tightly, and walked towards the house staggeringly.
Koshiro looked at a group of Dojo dísciple in a trance. He didn't say much. He understood that today's scene also brought them a huge impact and would have a profound impact on their future.
The Great Age of Pirates is cruel. People born in this era are eager to be strong and follow the pace of powerhouse, and the Marine, although Koshiro does not like some of the methods, but he cannot deny that Yarlin The second lieutenant exudes the atmosphere of a powerhouse.
The wind on the sea is as violent as ever, the reflection of the Battleship is pressed on the sea to form a huge pitch black, Yarlin is standing on the bow of the ship, Jacques cautiously helping him wrap the bandage, the scarlet blood will The bandage was dyed red, and Yarlin's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were even more fierce and terrifying: "This Hall Master of Isshin Dojo is not a simple character."
"en?" Gago was stunned. He didn't realize what was not simple about the smiling Hall Master, but the fierceness of the swordsman named Roronoa •Zoro surprised him a bit, but fortunately, the opponent was still defeated by Yarlin in the end.
But since Yarlin said that the other party is not simple, Jake absolutely trusts Yarlin's judgment. He immediately asked: "Should I send someone to stare at it?"
"Oh~ no more I can't keep my eyes on it." Yarlin sneered said: "Return to draw 50 Marines worth training from the branch and send them to Isshin Dojo, and let this Hall Master help us tempering and polishing."
With time, the Battleship slowly drove away from the pier, and soon disappeared from the coastline.
"Return to the branch?" Jake asked.
"Don't worry, we have to give our Lieutenant Helmeppo more time to ferment." Yarlin waved his hand and beckoned to Cabaji, who had been trembling in fear since just now. He couldn't see through this. Second Lieutenant Marine, but only felt that the senses the other party brought to him were getting more and more awesome.
"Don't be nervous, I won't punish you again with the mistakes you have already been punished." Yarlin's retina showed a countdown look. He always glanced at it from time to time recently, and then he looked towards Cabaji said: "You come to lead, let's go to Caishi Island."
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Four days later.
Marine 153 branch.
In the dark and cold interrogation room, Donner, wearing a non-commissioned officer's uniform, was locked on an iron chair, with blood on his forehead and brows, and the uniform on his body was blood dyed red and solidified. The mottled black looks very scary and emits a strange smell.
"Say, why did you choose Yarlin as my follower at the time? Was it already designed in the middle?" Helmeppo looked gloomy, and since he was convinced that everything was carefully designed by Yarlin , Helmeppo seemed to be broken, his whole body exuded a cold and surly breath.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Lieutenant Helmeppo?" Donner spit out a bloody scum from his mouth, and there seemed to be smoke in his throat with a hoarse voice.
"Are you still stiff!" Helmeppo pulled Donner's bruised hand on the table, took a knife from his arms and placed it on his little finger, ruthlessly said: "He was a new recruit only, how does he manipulate all this? And who are the members of the organization behind those masks?"
"Speak out, I will forgive you, otherwise…" Helmeppo interrogated, The more gloomy his mind, there were too many doubts, and what made him even more chilled was that under various tortures, none of the non-commissioned officers who were arrested and interrogated even spoke. What did Yarlin do to make these non-commissioned officers die? Are you not afraid anymore.
"I don't understand what you are talking about, Lieutenant Helmeppo, Lieutenant Yarlin, he saved your life, how can you doubt him…"
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The little finger was cut off, and Donner's voice stopped abruptly, replaced by mournful scream.....