Kuina did not answer Zoro's words. Her gaze remained fixed tightly on the two people fighting in the distance, not moving a bit.
Remember the original site's domain name.
The two fighters were none other than Kyle and Koushirou.
Kyle held Purple Lightning in his hand, Armament Haki coiling around it, constantly attacking Koushirou.
Each clash would release a wisp of violet lightning.
Freshly acquired Swordsman-level swordsmanship, shouldn't it be tested.
And the only one at the Isshin Dojo who could be his opponent was Koushirou.
Koushirou wore a faint smile on his face, easily blocking Kyle's various attacks.
But this was only on the surface.
The shock in his heart was immense.
He had expected the Swordsman-level swordsmanship, so he wasn't surprised by that.
But.
What kind of monstrous physique did this kid have.
Every time his blade collided with Kyle's, it felt like a mountain was crashing down.
The force transmitted through the blade forced him to use force deflection techniques. Even so, each block left his palm slightly numb.
The faint stinging sensation from his hand made him aware that the base of his thumb and forefinger was slightly torn.
But he couldn't show it.
Why.
A man has his pride.
He, a peak Swordsman, just one step away from breaking through to Great Swordsman, would it not be very embarrassing if he were made to look so disheveled by a six year old child.
So even though he was suffering inside, he did not show it.
But this fight should probably end soon. Otherwise, if it continued, he wouldn't be able to keep up the act.
Thinking this, after once again blocking Purple Lightning and deflecting the tremendous force from the blade, he immediately slashed diagonally, attacking Kyle from an extremely tricky angle.
.
Facing this slash from Koushirou and sensing the threat it carried, Kyle did not hesitate in the slightest. He immediately withdrew and leaped back.
However, it was precisely this retreat that allowed Koushirou to completely control the rhythm.
He saw Koushirou slash again. This slash was also from a tricky angle, making it difficult to defend against.
Kyle raised his sword with difficulty to block, his body retreating another distance.
What followed for Kyle was a continuous series of sword moves like a violent storm.
Under Koushirou's impenetrable attacks, Kyle suffered repeated defeats, and was finally sent flying by a slash. His feet slid on the ground, plowing out two long furrows.
After stopping, Kyle lifted his gaze to look. He saw that Koushirou's expression hadn't changed in the slightest. He still had those smiling eyes, wearing a faint smile.
Seeing this, Kyle couldn't help but shake his head slightly, murmuring softly.
"It seems there's still quite a big gap in swordsmanship."
Because it was testing his Swordsman-level swordsmanship, Kyle did not use his Devil Fruit abilities during the fight with Koushirou.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be a pure swordsmanship contest.
And the result of the contest was no surprise. In terms of swordsmanship, he was completely no match for Koushirou.
After a moment of silence, Kyle let out a breath, looking at Koushirou and speaking calmly.
"Mr. Koushirou, I have a move I just learned. I'd like you to give me some pointers."
"Oh."
Hearing this, Koushirou immediately showed a flicker of interest, opening his mouth to reply.
"I dare not say give pointers, but I am indeed quite curious about this move of yours."
"You'll see it soon."
A smile appeared at the corner of Kyle's mouth. He slightly crouched his body, sheathed Purple Lightning, and assumed a sword drawing stance.
"Iaido style swordsmanship."
Koushirou's eyes narrowed slightly. His left foot moved back to brace his body.
Iaido swordsmanship, the core technique system of Iaido, involves completing an attack or defense the instant the blade is drawn, emphasizing the instantaneous explosive force and fluidity of the "one strike, certain kill" principle.
Facing such a technique requires utmost focus.
Kyle's gaze fixed tightly on Koushirou. After a while, he suddenly spoke.
"Here it comes."
As he spoke, Kyle fiercely drew Purple Lightning. Before the blade was fully out of the scabbard, Kyle's form transformed into a streak of violet lightning that flashed past Koushirou.
The process in between was almost unimaginably fast. Anyone with even slightly lesser strength would have no idea what happened.
Like Zoro and Kuina. The two of them stood in the distance, watching the now statue-like motionless bodies of Kyle and Koushirou. They looked at each other, their faces full of bewilderment.
What happened.
Could someone please explain it to them.
Not long after, a tearing sound was heard. The yukata on the left side of Koushirou's abdomen was suddenly torn open, revealing a fine line of blood on the skin. The wound was very shallow.
Suddenly, Kyle and Koushirou stood up together and turned to look at each other.
The corner of Kyle's mouth was upturned, carrying a smile. In contrast, Koushirou wore a trace of astonishment. After a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth to ask.
"Does this move have a name."
"Waking of Insects."
"The name of this move is Waking of Insects."
"Waking of Insects. The ultimate blade light like the spring thunder of the Waking of Insects. A very fitting name."
Koushirou nodded.
Waking of Insects, was precisely the first strike of the "Purple Thunder Seven Strikes" swordsmanship rewarded from recruiting Kuina.
First Strike. Waking of Insects: Opening move, God-Speed Iaido. Before the blade is fully drawn, the body transforms into a streak of violet lightning that flashes past the opponent. Its essence lies in the instant explosion after extreme compression, like the spring thunder of the Waking of Insects. The blade light strikes after the motion begins, aimed at a single lethal strike. It is the embodiment of ultimate Iaido.
This was the description of the first strike, Waking of Insects, from the Purple Thunder Seven Strikes swordsmanship.
After having obtained this swordsmanship for two days, Kyle had only managed to learn this first strike so far.
And he was very satisfied with the power of this move.
Previously, none of his attacks could even touch the hem of Koushirou's clothing, let alone injure him.
This Waking of Insects not only touched him, but also cut open a tear on his yukata, leaving a wound on him.
Although it was shallow, it still counted as an injury, right.
What, injuries don't count if they're small.
"Alright. That's enough fighting for today."
Koushirou sheathed his sword. The Armament Haki on the blade quickly faded away, revealing the sword's true appearance. It was completely snow white, as if like snow on a high mountain.
One of the 21 O Wazamono Grade Swords. White Snow.
As a member of Wano Country's famous sword forging family, Koushirou certainly was not lacking in swords.
Holding White Snow, gazing at the intoxicating color on the blade, after a moment of silence, Koushirou made a decision. He turned and shouted towards Zoro who was standing to the side.
"Zoro, come here."
"Huh. Oh."
Suddenly hearing Koushirou call his name, Zoro was momentarily stunned, but immediately reacted and ran over to Koushirou.
"Master, what do you need from me."
"Zoro. I recall you don't have a proper sword yet, right."
"No."
Zoro shook his head.
He mostly used the wooden swords from the dojo or ordinary iron practice swords. He didn't have a true sword of his own.
"Then."
"How about giving this sword to you."
Koushirou extended White Snow towards Zoro.
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