Aboard the pirate ship, Zhong Hao and the others sailed northwest for an entire week.
Serolis Island was close at hand. Salalo and the twenty-odd foolish pirates lay sprawled along the rail, their faces bruised and swollen, old and new injuries crowded together. With tears in their eyes, they watched the island draw closer, their expressions those of survivors of a disaster.
Finally... finally, we can escape this ancestor's clutches! they all thought.
Over the past seven days, Zhong Hao had treated them with the attitude of "free labor shouldn't go to waste," squeezing them dry. Every day, he would beat up a Sea King, haul it aboard, and use his fists to invite them to cook it. There had not been a single break.
The huge amount of prepared food Lofix had given him? Those were delicacies personally prepared by renowned West Blue chefs. How could he just wolf them down carelessly? He had to savor them slowly!
At the treasure-chest-shaped prow of the pirate ship, Zhong Hao had two blades resting across his legs. One was Sea Fang, while the other was Asayuki Norimune, the blade Lofix had given him.
Asayuki Norimune was undoubtedly a standard katana. Its length, width, patterning, hilt, weight, and scabbard were all exactly as such.
He drew both blades at once, holding one in each hand as he examined them carefully beneath the sunlight. Comparing them side by side, Sea Fang's slender, willow-like miaodao shape looked more beautiful and sharper. It also seemed keener and lighter.
His hands flicked repeatedly, and the twin blades moved at his command, dancing into two spinning wheels of steel, one blue and one green. Swish! Swish! Two slashes tore across the sea one after the other before vanishing into the distance.
*Tang Ze should be better suited