Chapter 680
The ancients said a person was like a sword, and a sword was like a person.
Loa had always believed that, because a fellow named Guren had once—
A worthy swordsman's blade reflected its master's style to some degree. Take Dracule Mihawk, master of Black Blade Yoru: there was nothing he could not cut, nothing his cuts could not sever. Sharp, fierce, unstoppable!
In other words, his power was impossible to hide!
Koshiro's Three-Day Moon was the opposite: plain and unruffled. From its appearance, no one would have believed it was one of the world's twelve Supreme Grade Blades! The Wado Ichimonji at Zoro's waist was one of the Twenty-One Great Grade Swords. Though just as simple and spotless, it still carried a hint of killing intent beneath its quiet elegance, much like Zoina herself.
Mihawk's sudden competitive streak amused Koshiro, but it also rekindled the passion of his younger days.
Then again, he was Dove's disciple. A student did not have to follow his master's path, but without that drive to win, no swordsman could have come this far.
So Koshiro decided to get serious.
One Sword Style: Thrust!
Bzzz!
A piercing hum erupted. At such close range, Mihawk felt as though a huge hand were stirring inside his head, leaving him dizzy.
Beneath Three-Day Moon's unremarkable exterior lay Koshiro's resolve, steadfast as stone. As its point shot forward, Mihawk saw only a white, needlelike glint rushing toward him. Goosebumps rose across his skin, and even his breathing slipped beyond his control.
So strong!
I've never seen swordsmanship like this!
The danger thrilled Mihawk. He had gone to sea not only to break through the bottleneck he had reached, but also to find someone worth fighting. Koshiro met that standard—and far exceeded it!
Eyes fixed on the