"Hey, Master Koshiro, please teach me the swordsmanship to become the World's Greatest Swordsman!"
Just then, a green-haired child appeared in front of Koshiro, carrying three swords.
Koshiro looked down and saw the sturdy little boy.
The boy's movements were almost exactly like Zoro's when he was young.
He held a wooden sword in each hand, with another sword clenched in his mouth.
He even wore three teardrop-shaped gold earrings on his left earlobe.
He was practically a miniature Zoro.
Koshiro shook his head and chuckled. "No one can teach someone to become the world's greatest. Once their swordsmanship, physique, and awareness all reach a certain level, they need to achieve that realization themselves."
The green-haired boy reached up with his right hand and took the sword out of his mouth.
His expression was quite puzzled.
Clearly, he did not understand what Koshiro meant.
"But didn't Big Brother Zoro come from Isshin Dojo?"
Koshiro patted the boy's head, then walked toward the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
"I only helped him get started. Everyone has their own swordsmanship and training methods. If you only learn from and imitate others, you'll never become the world's greatest."
Watching Koshiro's retreating back, the boy could not help reaching up to scratch his forehead.
Then a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"My own way of the sword?"
New World Peach Spring.
Sengoku, Garp, and Tsuru walked down the street in disguise.
"I have to say, this Lott really is a master negotiator.
Even if he weren't a pirate and didn't possess such immense strength, he could still thrive in the Pirate World."
Tsuru glanced back at the golden city glittering in the sunlight, and those words of admiration slipped out.
Even after such a long discussion with Lott and Kuro.
She