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Hearing Mu Yu's purpose, Aunt Sharon laughed.

"Trivial matter, it's all trivial. Leave Kuina to me. But since you're a boy, if you pretend nothing happened at a time like this, girls will hate you for it!"

Mu Yu nodded, blushing slightly. Discussing something like this with a married older woman was really more than he could handle.

The car was speeding way too fast. This definitely wasn't a ride to kindergarten—he couldn't get off even if he wanted to!

"Then what should I do?"

Aunt Sharon immediately perked up. "At times like this, giving her food and showing concern will get twice the result with half the effort!"

Three minutes later.

Mu Yu's head was throbbing as he fled in defeat. "Yes, yes, yes, Aunt Sharon, I understand. I'll head to the town market right away."

Watching Mu Yu flee, Aunt Sharon laughed.

What a... pure-hearted handsome boy!

The front hall.

When Mu Yu saw Kuina, he was about to greet her when she huffed, turned her head away, and ran off.

Mu Yu was speechless. It made him look like some scumbag who turned cold and heartless the moment he pulled up his pants.

What an unjust accusation!

Fine, you're the boss these days!

Seeing Koshiro dressed so formally, Mu Yu was immediately surprised.

Koshiro had always been easygoing, and sometimes even showed a hint of goofy charm.

But this was the first time he had dressed so solemnly.

"Kojiro, why is Master dressed so formally?"

Kojiro was from Shimotsuki Village, and it was said that Koshiro had even given him his name.

Hearing Mu Yu's question, he immediately answered eagerly, "I know, I know! Master just said that one of his friends found a piece of Meteorite Iron and invited him over to appraise it."

Meteorite Iron?

Mu Yu was instantly surprised.

Meteorite Iron was an exceptional material for forging blades!

And Koshiro was already a master smith, so it was no wonder he was taking this so seriously.

As for Koshiro's forging skill, there was no need to question it. Wado Ichimonji and Enma had both been forged by his hands.

Could another supreme blade among the Great Grade Swords be born this time?

Just then, Koshiro walked over.

"Mu Yu, I'm going to visit a friend in the neighboring village. I may not return for some time. I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on the dojo while I'm gone."

Mu Yu said, "Yes, Master. Don't worry."

Koshiro nodded in satisfaction.

Compared to the other disciples, Mu Yu's temperament was truly beyond reproach.

After giving a few more instructions, Koshiro hurried off in a flash.

Mu Yu laughed.

After knowing Koshiro for so long, this was the first time he had seen him so impatient. It seemed that piece of Meteorite Iron was even more attractive to him than a peerless beauty!

He had to admit, this side of Koshiro was kind of... adorable!

After Koshiro left, Mu Yu reported to Instructor Sosuke before hurrying toward the Shimotsuki Village market.

As for money, he had only gotten some after helping a few villagers with minor tasks.

It was very little, only around a thousand Beli.

In the world of One Piece, where even a newspaper cost fifty Beli, the purchasing power of one thousand Beli was easy to imagine.

Still, according to Aunt Sharon's advice, he probably would not need to buy too much.

Things like red dates, longans, and brown sugar that replenished qi and blood. What mattered most was the thought behind them.

It had been nearly a year since he joined the Isshin Dojo, and Mu Yu had become somewhat well-known in Shimotsuki Village.

Because of Koshiro, Shimotsuki Village was extremely peaceful. No pirates or bandits dared cause trouble, and Mu Yu, as a dojo disciple, was welcomed wherever he went.

Not long after arriving at the market, he saw smiling people greeting him everywhere.

This was completely different from the distant interpersonal relationships of his previous life!

To be honest, Mu Yu was somewhat unaccustomed to it, but he also found it rather refreshing.

He had originally worried that a thousand Beli would not buy much, but many kind villagers practically gave him goods at half-price.

For a moment, Mu Yu did not even know what to say!

Several shop owners even insisted on dragging Mu Yu inside for food. They even pushed out their daughters, some middle-school age and some even elementary-school age, to introduce them to him, leaving Mu Yu drenched in cold sweat.

Mu Yu did not know that while he was busy dealing with those kind uncles and aunties "selling their daughters," a group of uninvited guests had arrived at the Isshin Dojo.

Bang!

The front gate was violently kicked open. The disciples, who had just been training under Instructor Sosuke's supervision, were all stunned.

"Who are you people?"

Instructor Sosuke gripped the hilt of his sword and demanded.

Soon, an incomparably ugly man slowly stepped forward, surrounded by a crowd.

"Instructor Sosuke, it's been a while!"

Hearing the way the newcomer addressed him, Instructor Sosuke was instantly startled. There were not many people who could call him "Instructor."

"Y-you are... Terukawa?"

Instructor Sosuke spoke uncertainly.

The Terukawa he remembered had not been particularly handsome, but he had definitely not been ugly either—much less grotesquely ugly like the man before him.

Terukawa immediately burst into arrogant laughter. It was painfully ugly, enough to make one's skin crawl.

"Instructor Sosuke, it's really something that you still remember me. Where's Koshiro? Did he piss himself in fear already?"

Instructor Sosuke flew into a rage. "Shut up! Lord Koshiro is the master of this dojo and your teacher. How dare you show such disrespect? I—"

Before Instructor Sosuke could finish, his body was sent flying like a Cannonball.

The force was immense. In an instant, Instructor Sosuke's body smashed through the walls of several rooms.

As for Instructor Sosuke himself, no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Terukawa wiped his fist with a pure white handkerchief and said coldly, "A worthless Instructor who only teaches peasants swordsmanship dares point fingers at me?"

Terukawa's actions were far too violent. Even the Instructor had been beaten into an unknown state with a single strike. As for the little kids, they were already scared out of their wits.

Instructor Sosuke approached Kojiro with a friendly expression, but because he was simply too ugly, he looked like an evil ghost, making Kojiro's body tremble uncontrollably.

"Can you tell me where Koshiro went?"

Kojiro forced himself not to cry as he stammered, "H-he went to visit a friend..."

Boom!

With a casual punch from Terukawa, Kojiro's face caved in. Blood splattered everywhere, and his fate was unknown.

"Men, smash the place!"

At Terukawa's command, the bizarrely shaped lackeys—some one-eyed, some missing an arm and fitted with iron hooks, some covered in crisscrossing scars—began to wreak havoc.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In just a short while, the Isshin Dojo was smashed to pieces.

As for the students, who were still only children, they were all struck down and lay scattered across the ground.

Looking at the devastated dojo, Terukawa said unhappily, "We've smashed it up this badly, and Koshiro still hasn't come out. Looks like he really did go visit a friend!"

"Annoying, annoying, so damn annoying. Take down that eyesore of a sign from the Isshin Dojo!"

"Yes, Captain!"

A lackey wearing a skull cap revealed a fawning smile and eagerly ran over to remove the sign.

But just then, with a smack, the lackey who was about to take down the sign fell straight to the ground.

Who else could be standing at the entrance, Bamboo Sword in hand, but Kuina?

Kuina's face was frosty. "What are you doing to my family's dojo?"

Your family's?

The moment Terukawa heard those words, he became interested. His ugly face curled into a smile like a chrysanthemum.

"I remember now. You're Junior Sister Kuina, aren't you? Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. The little baby from back then has grown this much!"

Junior Sister?

Disbelief immediately filled Kuina's beautiful eyes.

"Y-you're Terukawa?!"

Terukawa immediately burst into arrogant laughter. "You actually know me? Rare, truly rare!"

It really was Terukawa?

Kuina's heart immediately sank to the bottom.

She had only learned Terukawa's name by chance.

She had heard that Terukawa had once been an extraordinary genius, and that her father had even intended to pass his legacy on to him.

But later, Terukawa had apparently done something that disgraced the dojo, and her father had expelled him.

If it was Terukawa... beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from Kuina's forehead.

Damn it!

No matter what, she could not let this traitor disgrace the dojo again!

Stall for time. As long as she could hold on until Mu Yu returned, it would be enough!

Mu Yu could do it. He definitely could!

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