Half an hour later, in a valley in the mountains behind Tomioka Town, Sherlock expressionlessly cut off the head of the Cursed Spirit born from the earthquake with the Eight-Mirror Sword in his hand.
Although it was a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, it was not actually all that strong because it had only just been born. Even its Cursed Technique was not particularly powerful; it could only manipulate the ground.
Sherlock's Cursed Technique was practically the perfect counter to this newborn Grade 1 Cursed Spirit. Throughout the fight, Sherlock had not even touched the ground once!
The reason it had taken half an hour was actually quite simple. Sherlock had spent nearly twenty-five minutes just looking for this Cursed Spirit, while the actual fight had lasted less than five minutes.
Watching the Cursed Spirit's body slowly topple over and turn to ash, Sherlock sighed somewhat helplessly. He even found it all a little absurd.
After all, Sherlock had initially thought he would be facing Whitebeard after eating the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, but what he had actually faced was a grunt holding a massage wand.
Honestly, the contrast even made Sherlock feel that the preparations he had made before setting out had been somewhat unnecessary.
Just as Sherlock was about to activate his Cursed Technique and leave, an enormous Curtain suddenly descended from the sky following the death of that Grade 1 Cursed Spirit born from the earthquake.
It came down so fast that Sherlock had no time to react at all. The Curtain formed almost instantaneously.
The instant the Curtain formed, Sherlock immediately sensed that his connection to his beacons outside had been forcibly severed. Clearly, this was a trap aimed at him!
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