Swordsman From One Piece 소설 & 이야기

As soon as he had landed and donned his clothes, the Prince came forward and asked him to cross swords with him to prove his skill, saying: “Let us two prove, who is the better swordsman, you or me!” The robber agreed with delight, feeling certain of victory, for he was famous as a fencer in his province and he did not know who his adversary was. He seized quickly what he thought was his sword and stood on guard to defend himself. Alas! For the rebel the sword was the wooden one of the young Prince and in vain Takeru tried to unsheathe it—it was jammed fast, not all his exerted strength could move it. Even if his efforts had been successful the sword would have been of no use to him for it w

The young man wielded a dragon-patterned sword. "Here comes the trouble," Adrian said.

“Do what?” Evy waved her hands as if swinging something heavy. “The Hammer. How did you do it?” “Oh. Do you mean this?” Oma presented her hand, then as if it were magic, something materialized on her fingers, particles glowing before a tangible hammer with an intricate design turned up. She still couldn’t believe her eyes and walked closer to take a look at it. “How?” “I used to be an adventurer before I was a maid. This here is my core weapon. Veteran Adventurers who have managed to reach rank B can pull out their unique core weapon and use it for combat.”

Lorist rose up out of the horde of individuals. An unpleasant looking man with an unshaven face wearing an old calfskin protective layer ran towards him while unsheathing his two-gave greatsword. Raising his cutting edge high, he thundered, "Aha, Lorist! I'm here to demand a duel with you… " The two-gave blade transmitted a sparkling light that connoted his power as a Two Star Silver Swordsman.

“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split mountains apart.” After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man. Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his soul. “It's getting late. It’s time to send you back.” As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “I don’t know your name yet.” “I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo S