Ronan's pupils constricted slightly, and he thought to himself: It appeared... the Third Generation Kitetsu.
This was destiny.
No matter how things changed, this cursed sword looking for its master had ultimately fallen into Zoro's hands.
"Wait!!"
Ipponmatsu, who had been sitting behind the counter the whole time, jumped up the moment he saw that sword as if he had seen a ghost, and shouted in a panic:
"That... that sword is not for sale!!"
Ronan asked a question he already knew the answer to, teasingly saying, "What? Is it a precious sword? Do I need to pay extra?"
"N... No, it's not a matter of money!"
Ipponmatsu's face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He pointed at the sword in Zoro's hand, his voice trembling: "That... that is something that cannot be sold to customers!"
Zoro completely ignored the owner's attempt to stop him.
He raised the sword, looking levelly at its flame-like temper lines, cold light reflecting in his eyes:
"It's a cursed sword, right."
Ipponmatsu was taken aback: "You... do you know? You can tell?"
"No."
The corner of Zoro's mouth curled into a fanatical smile, that beast-like intuition making all the blood in his body boil: "I can feel it... its killing intent."
"That's right..." Ipponmatsu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice dropping lower, "That's the Third Generation Kitetsu."
"Ever since the Shodai Kitetsu, the swords forged by the Kitetsu school have all been rare weapons in this world. However... every single one of them is a cursed blade!"
Ipponmatsu seemed to recall some terrifying rumor, his body trembling slightly:
"Those famous swordsmen who once wielded a Kitetsu... without exception, they all met violent deaths in the end!"
"Some went mad, some were slain by their own swords, some encountered inexplicable misfortune