Naruto: Trash Station

He turned the thought over in his mind, then fixed his gaze on the old man!

The old chef looked awkward, sensing that something was wrong!

Hawk-Eye withdrew his gaze and looked back at Zoro, still surprised. He now understood that Kitetsu Family blood ran through Zoro's veins. No wonder Rayleigh and the others had chosen him. The Kitetsu Family was no ordinary family: its members had forged the blades of the Kitetsu Lineage and created the Kitetsu Three-Sword Style. Hawk-Eye did not know just how powerful that style was. But in his search through records of various schools of Sword Dao, he had learned that a thousand years ago, in an age of chaos, its creator had reached the pinnacle of the world with that style alone. Not the pinnacle of Sword Dao—the pinnacle of the entire world!

Shaken and awed, Hawk-Eye looked at Zoro differently. He wanted to train Zoro himself, help him inherit the Kitetsu Three-Sword Style as soon as possible, and then have Zoro challenge him. Many swordsmen would die without regret if they could merely witness that style. To cross blades with it would be an even greater honor.

Hawk-Eye was not quite that excited, but he still looked forward to facing the Kitetsu Three-Sword Style. After all, a swordsman grew through battles to the death! He understood now why Shiryu had given up the Nidai Kitetsu and passed it to Zoro. Shiryu wanted to train Zoro to inherit the style, then face him in a duel between swordsmen. Perhaps Shiryu hoped that duel would lead him to a stronger Sword Dao!

Hawk-Eye gave a faint smile. Shiryu... I see what you're planning. But I won't pass up the Kitetsu Three-Sword Style either!

His eyes gleamed as he stared at Zoro as though he were