Priest Domain, castle complex
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Kaku wielded a blade in each hand, slashing continuously. His legs matched the rhythm of his hands as they kicked out vacuum slashes, his offensive raging like a violent storm as it engulfed a horned youth from every direction.
Blade light flashed, weaving into a deadly net that sliced the air until it hissed.
Facing this web of slashes that could easily tear through steel, Page One remained remarkably composed. He crossed his arms before him, his forearms already coated in a layer of Armament Haki like the sturdiest shield.
Every slash that struck it could only burst into sparks and ringing clashes of metal, unable to break through in the slightest.
"Hmph!"
Page One curled his lips into a grin, unable to suppress the pride and smugness on his face.
"Mr. Kaku, it seems I've surpassed you! I've kept your 'care' over the past year firmly in mind. Are you ready to accept my 'repayment'?"
He was still a teenager, after all. The moment he gained the upper hand, he immediately wanted to hold his head high and get revenge for all the grievances he had suffered during his "training."
More than a year ago, Adams had practically tossed him to Kaku with a casual wave of his hand, calling it "polishing."
At first, forced by the enormous gap in their strength, he had no choice but to rein in all his claws and fangs and obey obediently. But now, after a year of grueling training, he felt that his Armament Haki had begun to take shape. His strength had greatly increased, and he believed he finally had the capital to resist.
As for directly taking revenge on the true culprit? Page One had never even considered it.
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