"Yes, this is where I once studied swordplay, and where I successfully reached the [Swordmaster] realm." Adrian's lips curved slightly. "Since we're already in the East Blue, of course we should visit some old friends!"
Adrian then led everyone slowly toward the Isshin Dojo in Shimotsuki Village, telling Louf and the others about his days studying swordplay in the East Blue.
Just then, a defiant-looking, moss-haired boy approached from the other side of the road. He held a bamboo training sword in each hand, with another tucked at his waist, looking like a third-rate Three-Sword Style circus act.
The boy noticed the group opposite him as well. He still hadn't found the dojo—who knew where it had moved to today?
But that didn't stop him from immediately spotting the long sword at the waist of the little girl with horns and long pink-and-blue hair.
A famous sword!
Definitely a famous sword!
The moss-haired boy instantly grew excited. He planted himself there with his feet shoulder-width apart, raising both bamboo swords slightly and adopting a stance that left him ready to fight at any moment.
"Hey! You with the horns and pink-and-blue hair! That sword of yours is a famous sword, right?"
The moss-haired boy stared eagerly at Ulti—or rather, the [Oto] at her waist.
"Let me introduce myself! I'm Roronoa Zoro, the man who will become the World's Greatest Swordsman!"
The sword-obsessed Little Zoro keenly noticed that the moment he declared his ambition, strange expressions appeared on everyone's faces. They all turned toward the handsome man standing in their midst.
Was something wrong?
Little Zoro frowned slightly.
The handsome man walked slowly up to him, then bent down.
Zoro could even see his own reflection clearly in those deep, lucid eyes. But the words that followed robbed all his subsequent