"Yes. Your sword is fierce and sharp, but its killing intent is far too intense and carries a trace of sinister energy. If this continues, it will not be good for you."
"When you have nothing to do, you can engage in more activities that cultivate your character and temper your mind. That will benefit your swordsmanship." Fujitora advised him in the tone of an elder.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Issho. I'll give it a try." Regardless of what he truly thought, Shiryu readily agreed.
Fujitora did not care whether Shiryu's words were sincere. He simply felt that, upon encountering such a promising talent in swordsmanship, he ought to offer a reminder. Whether Shiryu took it to heart was none of his concern...
Fujitora nodded and turned to walk toward Carlos and the others. Shiryu also departed, intending to find somewhere undisturbed to properly absorb his insights.
Seeing that the battle had ended, Carlos led his crewmates over to Fujitora. Fujitora relayed Shiryu's words, and Carlos did not say much, merely nodding. It was no big deal.
At worst, they would remain in Alabasta for a while longer. Shiryu would contact him once he had finished his reflections.
"Mr. Issho, you've worked hard." Carlos smiled warmly.
"It was nothing. I observed your group of Pirates, and you did not disgust me. Besides, strictly speaking, I blocked your source of income last night..."
"You were magnanimous enough not to hold it against me. Instead, you even treated me to a bowl of ramen. What I did was nothing." Fujitora spoke unhurriedly. Though the scars made his face somewhat ugly, he still gave off an overall impression of sincerity.
"Hahaha... Mr. Issho, you certainly have a pleasant way with words."
"Meeting is fate. Mr. Issho is no ordinary man, and