The street was quiet.
The crowd had already been evacuated by the navy.
On the empty street, the figure came slowly, the simple gray robe behind him fluttering gently in the breeze.
His long black hair was neatly tied, neat and clean.
The most impressive thing was his flat face.
It seems that there are not too many characteristics, but it is such a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man, but the heart of Admiral Fujitora gradually sinks.
Because of his blindness, Fujitora's observation haki development is different from ordinary people, reaching a level that is almost unmatched in breadth.
Even if it is a meteorite floating in outer space, he can clearly capture its position, and then use the ability of gravity fruit to pull it down to attack.
And the middle-aged man in front of him gave him the feeling that he was like a sword with a beast trapped in a man's body.
His aura was like an ordinary and simple long sword that has been sealed in the sword box for many years.
In that ordinary appearance, there is an indescribable grandeur and unparalleled sharpness.
"You turned out to be Roronoa Zoro's teacher, so it turns out the old man is really blind."
Fujitora slowly withdrew the stick sword hovering over the tip of Zoro's nose in his hand, and raised his head to "look at" his opponent.
Fujitora said with a solemn expression, "Before in Greenbit, this old man should have noticed your identity as a great swordsman. It is this old man who is clumsy."
Putting away the staff and sword, Zoro only felt his whole body loose, but a bloodstain overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The gravity that Fujitora exerts on himself can cause extremely strong pressure on his internal organs. Even after two years of training, he was suddenly hit so hard that he couldn't bear it.
He knew that Fujitora had given up.
But he seemed to be indifferent to his injury, just staring blankly at the warm figure that was exactly the same as back then, his eyes gradually turning red.
"Teacher"
He murmured softly, his voice choked at an unknown time.
Koushiro stopped, bent down, and picked up the three swords that were stuck on the ground. After looking carefully, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Zoro, it seems that you have grown a lot too."
Three swords.
A sword with a snow-white body, a straight blade, a white scabbard, a big sword, "the blade of promise."
A sword with a flame patterned steel burning blade, black, exuding bursts of demonic energy, the demon sword has three generations of ghosts.
When Koushiro looked at the last sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled meaningfully.
Big inverse T-shaped, black swords with random blades.
"Mr. Ryoma's autumn water, I didn't expect it to fall into your hands. It seems that you have his approval, Zoro."
"As expected of my disciple."
Koushiro's eyes became slightly dazed, and he said it with emotion.
Black Sword Autumn Water, named as 'Shusui'
Owned by Shi Ryoma, the famous sword on the land of the samurai, 'Wano'.
Even if a giant dinosaur stepped on it, it would not bend the slightest.
It has a legend that this sword was used to cut a real Dragon.
Most importantly, this sword is the national treasure of the Wano Kingdom.
He slowly retracted the three swords into their sheaths, and his movements were as smooth as water.
Finally, he smiled at Zoro: "Zoro, how have you been all these years?"
Zoro was stunned; the pain in his heart suddenly poured out from his chest; it was difficult to contain, and tears flowed down his face.
He nodded heavily, crying and laughing: "Teacher, I have been taken care of!!"
Koushiro said solemnly, "Very good; it's all my fault that this teacher is useless, causing you to suffer a lot in the past two years."
"For the next battle, let me do it."
"Remember, this is my last lesson for you."
"How much you can learn is up to you after all."
Koushiro suddenly smiled and pulled out a thin figure from behind him.
Zoro was stunned.
That figure, that figure that made him dream about, that figure that made him practice day and night and struggle endlessly, that figure that he thought he would never see again in his life, actually stood by him like this in front of.
Exactly the same as back then.
Still the same tenacious and confident eyes, as strong as a boy! "In the future, your opponent will be her."
Koushiro smiled softly.
Zoro didn't, but he turned a deaf ear, and the hand holding the sword like a mountain trembled slightly.
He raised his hand to wipe his eyes and pinched his face vigorously before he murmured in disbelief, "Is this true?"
Kunia looked at Zoro, who had grown up a lot, became stronger and more manly, and her heart was full of surprises.
But when she saw Zoro's foolish appearance, she couldn't help but say angrily, "Zoro, you are still weak as always!!"
Zoro was stunned for a moment, then cried and laughed.
"It's true, Kunia is still alive!!"
Koushiro shook his head; he saw Kinemon not far away and nodded towards him.
Kinemon knelt on the ground with a face full of excitement and gave Koushiro a big gift.
"The strongest swordsman of the Shimotsuki family!! I'm back!!"
He choked.
Swish!!
The crisp sound of the long sword being unsheathed suddenly exploded, creating waves in the void.
Koushiro held the sword with one hand.
He stood up straight and challenged Fujitora.
"Come on, Fujitora, next, let me be your opponent."