Just then, Hawkeye set down his wineglass and looked at Kuina.
"Kuina."
"Did Naruto Uzumaki teach you swordsmanship?"
Kuina nodded.
"Yes, Senior Naruto taught me a lot."
"He taught me both swordsmanship and Haki."
Hawkeye fell silent at her answer.
When he had fought Kuina earlier, he had already sensed that although this young girl had reached the realm of a Supreme Great Swordsman, something about her sword techniques felt unusual.
Her foundations ran incredibly deep, as though someone had moved an entire mountain directly into her body.
Her body had yet to catch up to that realm, but her sword intent had already taken shape.
This was no ordinary teaching between master and disciple.
Had Naruto Uzumaki used some method to pour that realm of swordsmanship directly into Kuina's consciousness?
Hawkeye held the Black Blade Night upright before him and tapped its hilt twice with his fingers.
Then he looked at Naruto and spoke.
"Sir Naruto Uzumaki."
"May I see your swordsmanship?"
Naruto looked at Hawkeye, his expression unchanged.
He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"I'm not purely a swordsman."
"Swordsmanship is only one part of my arsenal."
"So there's no need to fight."
Hawkeye's gaze sharpened at those words.
For someone as powerful as Naruto Uzumaki, if swordsmanship formed part of his strength, then his swordsmanship had to be formidable.
The more he said that, the more Hawkeye wanted to test him.
How could the World's Greatest Swordsman encounter an unfathomable swordsman and not cross blades with him?
He had not felt this urge in a long time.
Ever since Red-Hair had lost his arm, he had not encountered another swordsman worth fighting seriously.
With that thought, Hawkeye picked up the Black Blade Night and pointed its tip toward the sky.
"I would like