"No, no!!!"
The burly man with purple hair also felt the wind approaching from behind. He clung desperately to the main mast, turned his head to watch his flagship being slowly consumed by the tornado, and shouted in despair:
"How can I die here? I'm the man who will become the Pirate King..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
The Wind Blade had already swept across his neck.
The captain's hat flew into the sky along with his head, and in the unfocused, dilated pupils, the last thing he saw was the sight of five other ships being torn apart in the tornado as well.
Six ships, in less than a minute.
All were completely destroyed.
As the tornado gradually dissipated, the calm sea was left with only floating planks and the sporadic cries of those who fell overboard.
Kuina slowly sheathed her sword, turned, and landed on the deck with a Moonwalk.
Her black ponytail fluttered in the wind, her clothes flowing gracefully. Although she had just returned from the storm, there wasn't a single drop of water on her.
The stern deck was silent.
This sword strike had nearly captivated everyone on board.
Even Robin instinctively put down the coffee in her hand and looked at the young swordswoman in front of her with surprise.
"You're so cool, Sis Kuina!"
Nami leapt in excitement and plunged into Kuina's arms, hugging her waist, "I've suddenly got the urge to learn swordsmanship! Teach me, please, from now on, you'll be my big sister! I don't recognize that other one behind!"
"Hey!" Nojiko roared with sharp teeth, "You little brat, has it been too long since I've hit you, and your skin is itching?"
"Ah, so scary! Sis Kuina, protect me!"
Kuina smiled slightly.
She patted Nami's head, knowing that this girl, aside from her Sailing Skill and bounty, only had three minutes of interest in anything.
Learn swordsmanship? She wouldn't take those words seriously.
More importantly...
"How is it?"
She slightly tilted her head and looked at Shano, an expectant glimmer in her eyes.
This look, this expression, Shano thought it was very familiar.
It seemed like every time when Ah Yin was a cub and he just bought strawberry milk and put it in the fridge, it was like this.
Clap clap clap!
"Fantastic!"
He applauded generously, clapping his hands vigorously while saying with a smile:
"Fantastic! You've practiced the Cultivation Manual for less than a week, and you're already capable of such a level of Wind Swordsmanship. This talent... truly worthy of being the genius of the entire Isshin Dojo!"
He said it all from the bottom of his heart.
Compared to the other crew members, he had some expectations of the Steel Cutting Flash's effect, thinking it could cut out a tornado.
But he didn't expect...
The tornado was indeed a tornado, but Kuina had managed to unleash six of them at once, and each one was terrifyingly powerful.
It even left him a little dumbfounded just now.
Even Yasuo might find it difficult to achieve this, right?
Girl, you're like an AI-controlled boss monster!
"Thank you, Lord Shano."
Kuina tried to suppress her excitement and said, blushing slightly, "You're flattering me. I still have room to improve, and the next step is to study how to combine this move with Haki to enhance its destructive power..."
"Good idea."
Shano gave a thumbs up, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "But compared to that, I think there's something even more important that you urgently need to improve."
"Eh, what?"
"It doesn't feel right!"
Shano said seriously, "When you unleash this sword strike, don't shout a lot of random stuff. To unleash its full power, you should shout 'Hasaage!' instead!"
Hasaage?
What does that mean?
The young swordswoman tilted her head in confusion, her usually expressionless and cool demeanor now having a rather adorable sense of contrast.
"Okay."
She finally nodded resolutely.
Even though it didn't seem to make much difference.
But, since it's Lord Shano's advice, it must be correct.
......
The destruction of the Pirate Fleet seemed to go unnoticed by everyone.
The Endgame continued on.
Shano, rubbing his growling empty stomach, went to the dining room. The other crew members hadn't had breakfast either and followed along.
Zeff had everything ready. While untying his apron, he laughed heartily:
"Today's breakfast counts eighteen kinds: roasted ribs, Naruto Ramen, Whitebait Sushi, Matcha Mousse Cake... Everyone, line up and choose. Hey! Smoker, I've clearly said you must use tongs, no grabbing with your hands!"
In the sharp whoosh of the air, Zeff aimed a fierce kick.
Thud!
Three lumps rose on Smoker's head. While indignantly cursing the old man, he honestly picked up the tongs beside him.
No way around it, in the kitchen and dining room, Zeff was the boss, and even Shano had to listen to him.
...
Shano, holding a plate piled like a small mountain, found a seat by the window and sat down.
He started by popping a piece of mousse cake into his mouth to whet his appetite, then forked a piece of golden, crispy roasted rib and took a bite. The juicy, tender meat burst with flavor in his mouth, making him squint his eyes in satisfaction.
"Uncle Zeff's craftsmanship is really getting better and better."
He mumbled his praise, then scooped a spoonful of seafood chowder. The milky broth floated with clam meat and shrimp, its savory aroma tickling his nose.
As he swallowed it, the warm flow instantly spread from his stomach throughout his body.
Such comfort!
Shano quickened his eating pace.
After a whole night of intensive training, nothing could comfort the body and mind more than a sumptuous feast upon waking.
Filling the stomach is the way to start a brand new day with full spirit!