Although these "general-purpose" maps in the pirate world each had their own ideas about scale, they were fairly reliable when it came to basic directions. So, although it took a little longer than planned, Xie Wen and his companions still reached the deserted island marked on the map.
"I have no teaching experience. Perhaps, Lord Xie Wen, you could have Sanji spar with me, so you can get a more direct sense of my Flying Cat Hiten-Mitsurugi Style, meow."
After landing on the island, Meow Jūshirō spent a good while gesturing with his sword before speaking to Xie Wen with an embarrassed expression.
"So you want to beat up the cook now that he's fed you?"
Xie Wen laughed teasingly. Back on the ship, Meow Jūshirō had finally tasted Sanji Meow's cooking and had been full of praise.
Faced with Xie Wen's teasing, the stiff-mannered Meow Jūshirō could only chuckle awkwardly, still unable to relax. Meanwhile, that little brat Sanji Meow folded his arms with a disgruntled expression, tilted his head, and grumbled, "Why should I spar with you for Xie Wen, meow? Besides, I'm a cook. I'm no good at fighting, meow!"
"Sanji's right, so let's spar instead." Xie Wen pinched the little yellow cat's cheek, then walked into the clearing ahead and beckoned to Meow Jūshirō. "Stop agonizing over it. Even samurai must do something like serving as sparring partners, right?"
Meow Jūshirō tilted his head and thought it over, then let Xie Wen persuade him...
"Then please excuse me, meow." Meow Jūshirō came before Xie Wen, drew Kikyō Sen Fuyutsuki from his waist, and assumed the most basic middle stance.
Clearly, this cat samurai had no intention of attacking his "lord" first.
Xie Wen smiled and dispensed with further courtesies, drawing Long Moon and attacking.
"Go, Big