Bang!
Jin dropped the unconscious Kuma into the grass-padded corner of the courtyard—the same spot where the big bear usually napped.
"Damn… seven meters tall, over sixteen hundred pounds. Add in my own training weights and even Moon Step was starting to feel like hell."
He exhaled heavily, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. Carrying Kuma's oversized bulk all the way back, while still wearing his weighted vest, had pushed him to his physical limit. But hell, that was the point.
He glanced around the courtyard. Quiet. Kuina and Zoro were still at the dojo, probably training their asses off. Good.
"Guess I should wash up. I've got a little date tonight—with a certain smiling sword master."
He peeled off his sweat-soaked violet shirt and headed for the stream that cut through the forest.
The water ran cold as it rushed over his skin. He welcomed it. After scrubbing himself clean and pulling on a fresh black outfit, he returned to the courtyard and flopped into his rickety vine-woven lounge chair. The sky above was a brilliant blue, clouds drifting like idle dreams.
His violet eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"I'm close. Just need a few more rare metals. Once Kuina hands me that blueprint, I'll head back to Windmill Village Village and start forging."
A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Tonight's going to be fun. The legendary sword master—Roronoa Koshiro. Always smiling, always calm. In my past life, people guessed he was some kind of monster... but no one ever knew how strong he really was. He's testing me. Wants to see if I'm worthy of taking Kuina away."
He chuckled softly.
"I'd do the same if I had a daughter like her."
With that, Jin closed his eyes and drifted off.
Nightfall.
A cold breeze rolled through the village. Jin stood on the roof of Isshin Dojo, his aura condensed to a sharp thread of killing intent. A subtle ripple spread across the sky… then vanished.
He disappeared.
Inside the dojo, Koshiro paused mid-conversation. One of his instructors had just finished giving the daily report, but Koshiro's eyes flicked toward the roof.
He smiled. Wider than usual.
"You can go. It's getting late."
"Yes, Sensei."
The man bowed and exited.
Koshiro stood, his footsteps silent as he moved toward the room where Wadō Ichimonji was stored. He slid open the wooden panel.
There it was—his old blade. Untouched. Unmoved for years.
He stared at it for a long while, before slowly tying it at his waist.
"Strange… I thought I'd never draw this sword again. But for Kuina's future, I'll do what needs to be done. Let's see if that boy's conviction… can match his words."
His smile deepened—but behind it, a glint of steel.
From the shadows, Kuina watched in surprise as her father stepped out of the dojo—with Wadō Ichimonji. He never carried his real blade unless it was serious.
Curiosity gripped her. She grabbed her jacket and silently tailed him.
Behind her, Zoro, wiping sweat from his brow, raised an eyebrow.
"Huh? Why's she sneaking around?"
He grabbed his own jacket and followed.
Near the shore.
Jin stood with arms crossed, black sword strapped to his back, violet eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight.
"You finally came, Koshiro-sensei. I've been waiting."
Koshiro's wooden sandals crunched over the sand as he approached, his ever-present smile in place.
"Half a year, and you're finally ready to leave. I've been waiting too, Jin."
"To take Kuina with me, I need to give you peace of mind. So I'll show you everything I've got."
Jin unsheathed his sword—Kurofune. Black-forged, battle-worn, and crackling with raw force.
"Then let's begin."
Whoosh—!
The moment the words left their mouths, both men moved.
Steel met steel.
CLANG—!!
The first strike exploded like a thunderclap. Blade pressure surged outward, carving cracks in the sand. Shockwaves rippled across the coastline, trees trembling in the distance.
Both fighters broke away.
"Hah— Badaō – Dominate the World!"
Jin raised his blade high and roared. A spiraling, blackened sword wave tore across the beach like a black tide.
"Your blade speaks of conquest…" Koshiro whispered.
He stepped into the wave—
"Isshin Bunshi!"
(One Heart, Split Intent!)
His sword arced upward, slicing through the attack with minimal movement. The beach shook beneath his sandals.
But Jin was already above him, blade raised.
"Badaō – Tenryū no Kōdan!"
(Overlord Blade Style – Heaven Dragon Cleave!)
A five-meter black sword arc slammed down.
"Isshin Ichi'i."
(One Heart, One Will.)
KRAKABOOM—!!!
The two attacks met head-on. The sea behind Koshiro split open—waves roaring as a hundred-meter trench ripped through the ocean floor.
Behind Jin, the forest exploded. Trees snapped like twigs. Sand vaporized.
The collision rocked the coast.
CRASH—!!
They separated once more. Steam hissed off the ground.
"…Impressive," Koshiro murmured, adjusting his glasses.
But Jin was already airborne again.
"Let's take it up a notch!"
"Badaō – Tenryū Kōdan, Zekkyō!"
(Heaven Dragon Cleave: Deathcry Variant!)
A monstrous, spiraling sword arc twice the size of the last one screamed toward Koshiro—roaring like a dragon in the night.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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