The next day, Yuta stepped out of the inn early.
The streets of Loguetown were already busy, but his destination was clear.
"…Weapons shop."
He walked calmly through the town.
There was something he remembered clearly.
"…This place…"
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"…Zoro got his swords here."
Two swords.
One cursed blade.
One skillful grade sword.
Sandai Kitetsu.
Yubashiri.
If his memory was correct—
Then they should still be here.
Without wasting time, he found the shop and stepped inside.
The interior was filled with weapons.
Swords lined across the walls.
Some new.
Some worn.
Some ordinary.
Some not.
Yuta walked slowly, his eyes scanning the shop.
At the same time—
His ability spread silently.
Space sensors.
Extending outward.
Feeling everything within range.
"…There…"
His attention shifted toward the back.
Among a pile of cheap-looking swords—
Something felt different.
A strange presence.
Not visible.
But clear.
"…That must be it."
He walked toward it.
A section marked with low price tags.
50,000 Beli each.
Normal.
Cheap.
Nothing special—on the surface.
Yuta reached down and picked one up.
The moment his hand touched it—
The feeling intensified.
Cold.
Heavy.
Not physically—
But something else.
Then—
A voice suddenly interrupted.
"…Oi! Don't touch that one!"
Yuta turned slightly.
A man rushed over.
The shop owner.
Ipponmatsu.
His expression tense.
"…That sword is cursed."
Yuta looked at the blade again.
"…Cursed."
He repeated calmly.
Ipponmatsu nodded.
Then began explaining.
Just like the story he remembered—
The history.
The misfortune.
The deaths connected to it.
A blade that brought bad luck to its wielder.
A sword people avoided.
After hearing everything, Yuta remained silent for a moment.
Then—
He stepped forward.
"…I'll test it."
Ipponmatsu frowned.
"…Are you crazy? That thing—"
But before he could finish—
Yuta tossed the sword upward.
Just like the story.
The blade spun in the air.
Falling back down—
Toward him.
But this time—
Yuta didn't rely on luck.
His space sensors were active.
Every movement.
Every angle.
Every possible path—
Already calculated.
The moment the blade descended—
He moved.
A small step.
Precise.
Clean.
The sword passed beside him.
Missing completely.
Then embedded into the ground.
Silence.
Ipponmatsu stared.
"…You…"
He couldn't finish his sentence.
Because what he saw—
Was exactly like that moment in the story.
A man standing unharmed after challenging a cursed blade.
Yuta picked up the sword again.
"…I'll take this one."
He said calmly.
Ipponmatsu looked at him for a long moment.
Then—
Something changed in his expression.
Not fear.
Not doubt.
But respect.
"…Wait."
He turned and walked deeper into the shop.
After a moment—
He returned.
Holding another sword.
Carefully wrapped.
He placed it in front of Yuta.
"…Take this too."
Yuta looked at it.
"…Why?"
Ipponmatsu spoke slowly.
"…A man who can stand against that blade… deserves something better."
He unwrapped it.
A clean, elegant sword appeared.
"…Yubashiri."
He said.
Then explained—
Its origin.
Its craftsmanship.
One of the fifty skillful grade swords.
A blade far beyond the others in this shop.
Yuta listened quietly.
Then nodded once.
"…I'll take it."
After paying for the cursed sword—
Yuta didn't hesitate.
Before leaving—
He placed a large amount of money on the counter.
Ipponmatsu blinked.
"…This is—"
"…Twenty million."
Yuta said simply.
The shop owner froze.
"…That's too much."
Yuta didn't respond to that.
He just turned and walked toward the exit.
"…Keep it."
That was all he said.
Then he left.
Outside, Yuta walked calmly through the streets.
Two swords at his side now.
Sandai Kitetsu.
Yubashiri.
He adjusted them slightly.
"…Not bad."
Then he checked his remaining money.
"…Fifty million left."
And—
"…Forty million still waiting."
At the Marine base.
No rush.
He still had time.
For the next three days—
Yuta stayed in Loguetown.
Not rushing.
Not hunting.
Just moving around.
Observing.
Understanding more about the town.
At times, he practiced quietly.
Sword in hand.
Testing balance.
Weight.
Movement.
Combining it slowly with his combat style.
Not flashy.
Just practical.
After three days—
He returned to the Marine base.
This time—
No shock.
No confusion.
The Marines were ready.
The remaining bounty—
Forty million Beli.
Was handed over without delay.
Yuta took it calmly.
"…Done."
No extra words.
No unnecessary talk.
Transaction complete.
With everything settled—
Yuta stepped out of the base once again.
Now—
His total funds were complete.
ninety million Beli.
Two swords at his side.
Experience gained.
Reputation spreading.
He looked toward the sea.
"…Next."
His path didn't stop here.
Loguetown was just a step.
Ahead—
Was something more important.
Shimotsuki Village.
Where his next goal awaited.
And this time—
He would not be late.