"Shimotsuki Village..."
Noah slapped his fist into his palm in sudden realization. "So that's it... I found the culprit!"
No wonder.
No wonder his sense of direction had always been perfectly fine, yet he had suddenly gotten lost this time, and even Lu Xian had gone so wildly off course.
Clearly, it absolutely wasn't his fault. He had definitely been affected by some green-haired moss-head's Debuff!
"Come to think of it, Zoro shouldn't be that young anymore."
Noah rubbed the stubble on his chin, pondered for a while, then made up his mind. "Hmm, there's still plenty of time anyway..."
Originally, he had only planned to casually ask a villager for directions.
But since he had stumbled into Shimotsuki Village by accident, it would be a shame not to visit Isshin Dojo. He could also take a look at how far the future world's greatest swordsman... ah, no, the world's greatest directionless fool, had grown by now!
It was dusk, and the sun was sinking in the west.
Smoke curled up from chimneys in the distant village, along with the faint sound of adults calling their children home for dinner.
The children of Isshin Dojo had long since finished their swordsmanship lessons for the day and gone home.
But for one green-haired boy, this was only the beginning of his daily extra training.
The boy wolfed down several steamed buns in a few bites, dealing with dinner just like that. Then he grabbed his bamboo sword and hurried to the empty training ground behind the dojo.
The training ground was quite simple, with only a few wooden posts standing silently there.
Weathered sword marks covered the posts one after another, glimmering faintly beneath the evening sun, just like the years of training since he had entered the dojo, soaked