Chapter 013: Koushirou: I Am Not, Don't Talk Nonsense!
Shimotsuki Village.
It was sparsely populated with a harmonious atmosphere.
From in front of the Isshin Dojo, the sounds of training drills drifted out in waves.
Roger, who was following behind Liu Feng, suddenly stopped in his tracks, a look of solemnity flashing across his face.
He said in a deep voice:
"I didn't expect a powerhouse of this level to be hiding in a small place like the East Blue. What a strong Samurai aura."
"So the inheritance of that place is indeed here..."
A smile slowly appeared at the corners of Liu Feng's mouth, and he said softly:
"The whole world foolishly thinks the East Blue is the weakest, but how many formidable fellows have come out of the East Blue?"
He hadn't awakened Observation Haki yet, so he actually hadn't sensed the aura inside the Isshin Dojo, but he trusted Roger's reaction.
This was a freak capable of Hearing the Voice of All Things with his awakened Observation Haki.
But even so, Liu Feng could faintly perceive that the Isshin Dojo was not simple.
That was the acute sensitivity to sword intent innate to a Great Swordsman.
He could faintly detect that inside the Isshin Dojo, there was an aura of a master of the the way of the sword that was in no way inferior to his own.
It was just that, unlike him, this aura was hidden much deeper and suppressed to the extreme.
"A Samurai, is it?"
Liu Feng thought to himself.
Then he smiled.
He suddenly took a step forward!
He had no sword.
The ordinary iron sword he carried before had shattered during the battle with the Marines.
Mere mortal iron simply couldn't withstand the powerful sword energy slashes of Liu Feng, who had reached the realm of a Great Swordsman.
But at a time like this, for a Great Swordsman, whether or not one held a sword wasn't that important.
Boom!!
A fierce and unparalleled sword momentum suddenly surged out from Liu Feng's body, as if it wanted to sweep across heaven and earth.
Violent winds suddenly rose in front of the Isshin Dojo.
The biting wind made the dojo's signboard and stone tablet teeter as if they were about to fall.
Dust fell in chaos, rolling like a dragon.
"Honored guest, forgive me for not coming out to meet you sooner."
At this moment, a low male voice carrying a warm smile slowly drifted out from the dojo.
The instant the voice fell, an inexplicable, invisible momentum also rose from within the dojo.
It stood up to Liu Feng's aura as an equal!
Liu Feng smiled and withdrew the momentum he had been brewing for a long time.
At the same time, the aura inside the dojo also slowly retracted.
"East Blue, Liu Feng, here to discuss swordsmanship at the Isshin Dojo!"
Liu Feng announced loudly.
Clack, clack.
A figure wearing wooden clogs gradually walked out of the dojo.
He was draped in a greyish-white robe, and on the chest of the robe, a symbol of two crossed swords was printed.
The man's aura was peaceful and warm; behind his glasses, his eyes were narrowed into two slits.
A sword hung at his waist.
The Master of the Isshin Dojo, Koushirou.
The swordsmanship teacher of Roronoa Zoro.
"Sir Liu Feng, if I remember correctly, we haven't met before, have we?"
Koushirou was slightly stunned when he first saw Liu Feng.
He hadn't expected that the fierce and domineering aura just now came from this young man.
Such a young Great Swordsman?
Suppressing his curiosity about Liu Feng, he was just about to speak with a smile.
His smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
But when his peripheral vision glanced at the man standing behind Liu Feng, his entire body froze on the spot, and the hand that originally held his sword as steady as a rock trembled slightly.
"..."
"..."
Koushirou's face was blank; he pointed at Roger, dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing.
Roger laughed heartily:
"I knew I wasn't wrong; only guys from that place have this kind of aura!"
"That group of stubborn fellows!!"
"People from the Shimotsuki Clan of Wano Country!!"
As soon as these words came out, Koushirou's expression changed drastically.
"No, I'm not!!"
He retorted.
Roger chuckled:
"No, you are!"
Koushirou shook his head frantically, his face pale as he said:
"No, I am not!"
"Don't talk nonsense!!"
Roger laughed even more brilliantly, shouting at the top of his lungs, almost needing a megaphone.
"No, you are!!"
"I remember that symbol on your clothes!"
"Back when that bastard Oden was bragging to me, he often went to the Shimotsuki house to mooch food and drink!"
"Those two swords on the Shimotsuki Clan symbol are used as forks for eating BBQ meat!"
Koushirou completely despaired instantly, his heart shattering into pieces.
Originally, he had doubts about the identity of the man in front of him; after all, in his memory, this man had been dead for many years.
But this rogue-like behavior and thick-skinned demeanor—who else could it be but that guy!?
The crest of the dignified, strongest Samurai clan of Wano Country was called a BBQ fork!
This was unbearable!
"That is too hateful!!"
He subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
His aura suddenly erupted; a terrifying sword momentum rose spirally around his body like a hurricane.
Liu Feng's eyes narrowed.
This guy indeed hid his strength.
To be able to teach a student like Zoro, he was definitely no ordinary person!
Facing this terrifying aura, Roger stood there as if nothing was happening, laughing:
"Hahaha, I didn't expect someone from the Shimotsuki Clan to have run out. Has Wano Country opened its borders?"
A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water!
Koushirou couldn't hold his expression any longer.
He sighed dejectedly and released the hand gripping his sword.
"Follow me."