Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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Butterfly sighed, sheathed her sword, and retreated to this side.

Ron said to him, "The last sword strike was good; it has already touched the threshold of that realm."

"Is it?"

Shinobu's eyes lit up, then she was somewhat annoyed: "For a moment just now, I did have a feeling that I had seen through all the flaws, but that feeling was fleeting and I failed to grasp it."

"Do not worry."

Ron strode toward the J-10, which was still starting up.

Kanroji Mitsuri stared blankly and said, "Even Mr. Ron is coming? This is really going to be bad..."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

Snap!

The sharp swords held in the six arms of the Yoriichi Type-0 mechanical doll all snapped in two.

Ron's fist plunged into Yoriichi Zero's chest.

Its movements were stiff and it made a clicking sound.

"Just, just one strike..."

Mitsuri of Kanroji Temple was dumbfounded.

Then something even more surprising happened.

Ron reached into the chest of the man who had been ripped open by the Zero Style and pulled out an ancient, sheathed longsword.

28. Was the mountain cut off?

[The previous chapter... well... it was banned, but it should be released soon, haha...]

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"This, this is—?"

Kanroji Mitsuri stared in astonishment at the ancient longsword in Ron's hand.

Ron examined the sword in his hand. Unlike ordinary Nichirin swords, this sword was quite heavy, and the scabbard had rusted over the years, giving it a weathered and ancient feel. It was clearly not a contemporary product.

"Is this the knife you're looking for?"

The butterfly was startled by the strange path.

"Probably so."

Ron said.

"The knife hidden inside this puppet used for cultivation... doesn't that mean it's at least three hundred years old?!"

Kanroji Mitsuri realized what was happening, her big round eyes widening with excitement: "Could it be some kind of incredible weapon? Wow—it's just like a legend! Mr. Ron, Mr. Ron, quickly pull it out and let's see!"

Under the focused gaze of the two women.

Ron gripped the hilt and drew the longsword, which was at least three hundred years old, from its sheath.

There was no sharp, cold glint of what one might expect from a divine weapon; only a blade covered in rust.

"Ah?"

Kanroji Mitsuri blinked, and when she looked at the blade again, it was still covered in rust, unchanged.

"Hey—! It's completely rusted!!"

Ron pulled the rusty ancient sword out completely, held it horizontally in front of him, and looked down at it.

Shinobu Kocho frowned as she looked at the sword: "A three-hundred-year-old blade... It's been idle for too long without maintenance, so it's no wonder it's rusted like this."

"It's rusted so badly, it looks like it's unusable."

Kanroji Mitsuri leaned close to Ron and said, "Mr. Ron, if you want a sword, why don't you ask a swordsmith to forge one for you?"

"The quality of iron during the Warring States period was better than it is now. This knife is not broken, but it is severely rusted. If there is a way to remove the rust and re-sharpen it, it may be possible to restore the blade to its sharp state."

Shinobu Kocho pondered, stroking her chin.

Kanroji Mitsuri clenched her fist and pounded her palm, then suddenly had an idea: "Let's go ask the village chief."

"No need to bother."

The two women looked at Ron with suspicion.

Ron gripped the hilt of the knife, his palm tightening slightly.

"!"

In the slightly widened eyes of the two women.

A red light gradually emerged from the rusty, slender blade of the ancient sword.

Like a rising flame.

"The knife... is it burning?"

Kanroji Mitsuri opened her big, round eyes wide.

For Shinobu Kocho, one word came to mind—

'Crimson Blade'.

Gradually.

The red light grew brighter and brighter.

The blade was as if it had been placed in a blazing, red flame, and was heated to a branding red.

The temperature around the blade rose rapidly, and the air itself seemed to distort.

"Step back a little."

Ron said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Shinobu Kocho immediately pulled Mitsuri Kanroji back several meters.

After they stepped back.

Ron stopped trying to suppress his strength, and the power in his right hand, which was gripping the hilt of the knife, surged.

boom!

A wave of scorching heat emanated from Ron and blew outwards.

"!!"

Under the shocked gazes of Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji.

The ancient sword in Ron's hand instantly turned as red as a branding iron, burning with visible scorching flames and radiating extremely high temperature!

The grass beneath Ron's feet gradually turned yellow and withered under the heat.

Ron examined the ancient sword in his hand, which was engraved with the character 'Extinction'. On the sword's surface, which was as red as a branding iron, patches of rust melted and fell off under the high temperature.

As Ron used the Breath of the Sun, an extremely sharp and piercing aura gradually emerged from the blazing hot blade, perhaps a remnant of the sword intent from its previous master three hundred years ago.

"It seems that it is indeed possible that it is Yoriichi Tsugikuni's sword."

Ron stared at the knife in his hand, lost in thought.

He had a thought in his mind.

Armament Haki hardening.

The entire red blade, as red as a branding iron, was instantly transformed into a purplish-black color by Armament Haki, radiating an unparalleled and powerful sharpness.

Ron casually waved his hand in the distance, and a purple-black slash flashed through the air and returned.

Shinobu Kocho was shocked, and Mitsuri Kanroji stared blankly.

The peak of a mountain in the distance slowly slid down.

Rocks crashed to the ground.

Rumble.

"Shinobu, am I dreaming? The mountain... the mountain has been cut down..."

Kanroji Mitsuri stared blankly.

Shinobu Kocho was also quite shocked.

"Hmm... It's not as good as the previous games, but it's still pretty smooth. I'll use this for now."

Ron nodded.

He dissipated his Armament Haki.

The blade was completely free of rust, displaying an extremely deep, jet-black luster. Its sharpness was restrained, and the blade had a long, straight curve. Near the hilt, the character "灭" (extinguish) was engraved on the blade. The entire blade gave people a feeling of being both calm as water and fiery as fire.

Ron sheathed his sword and glanced at the damaged mechanical doll, Yoriichi Zero, and the little iron lying to the side.

"Looks like we'll have to stay here for another two days."

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