The Origin of Clock Island

Over the past few months, this guy had been stronger with his fists than with a sword. But Kuta believed that if he took up sword training again, the enhanced vision his eyes gave him could carry his swordsmanship to the level of an ordinary Great Swordsman, even if he never became exceptional.

After all, his eyes were essentially a lesser version of Mihawk's Hawk Eyes.

Once his strength, reaction speed, and swordsmanship improved, he might never reach Mihawk's level, but he wouldn't be weak.

At the very least, it offered him a much better future than starting over with his fists.

Besides, his eyes had a special ability.

And a sword could do far more damage than a fist!

Kuta picked up the rapier and smiled at A-Tao. "If you don't want it, I'll sell it on the next island. You know, this sword is about as strong as Zankū and Wado Ichimonji!"

"Zankū!"

"Wado Ichimonji!"

A-Tao jerked her head up and stared at the rapier, her eyes shining. Even A-Luo and Ahua stood straighter as they looked at it.

They had grown up in the Dojo. Of course they loved swords, especially famous ones.

A-Luo had been pushed into becoming the crew's Sniper, but he liked guns too, so that was another matter.

Ahua had always been the weakest swordsman among them. If his father hadn't sent him to the Sword Hall, he might never have gone.

But his hand-to-hand fighting was the best of the three. Without weapons, he was the toughest one there.

A-Tao was the only one who truly loved the path of the sword.

With an ordinary sword, she would certainly be stronger using her fists. But a sword like Wado Ichimonji or Zankū? Her fists couldn't compare!

"Of course I want it!"

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