I, The Intern, Was Overheard By Whitebeard

Chapter Fifteen: Vista: Woohoo, Roy Is So Hard! So Touched!

Luo Yi wandered around at a slow speed on the huge Moby Dick for a full half an hour before arriving at the captain of the fifth team, Vista.

What?

You said he fished?

That's right!

He is fishing!

I saw Vista, the team leader, teaching swordsmanship to several members of the fifth team.

"Your way of exerting force is wrong, you have to match the strength of the waist. The strength of the waist, understand?"

"Don't swing the knife blindly, but feel the breath of all things!"

"If you can feel a line, then don't hesitate, just follow that line and cut it down! This means that you have vaguely touched the realm of the iron-slashing swordsman."

"Pay attention to adjusting your breathing. Breathing is very important, at least it is very important before you become sword masters."

"You're not good at arming, kid. Go back and practice more, you know?"

"Huh? Why did it stop? What are you looking at?"

"..."

Vista, who was teaching swordsmanship, suddenly saw several members of his team stop, as if he saw something, which made him startled.

Bista squeezed his mustache, followed the eyes of the players, and looked back.

I saw Roy standing behind me at some point.

Vista was taken aback, and immediately showed a warm smile.

"Hahaha! What did I think it was? It turned out to be you, Roy! How is it? Are you sober? You can do it too, you can drink so much, it's amazing!"

Vista was like everyone else on board.

It can be said to be very familiar.

He walked over and put his arms around Roy's shoulders, looking so enthusiastic that he couldn't be more enthusiastic.

"Roy, you came here because you want to join my fifth team, right? Then you made the right decision. Your cousin, Bista, is a famous swordsman!"

"Do you know the concept of a great swordsman? This is the realm that countless swordsmen have dreamed of all their lives. A random slash can split the sea and tear apart giant mountains!"

Bista winked and smiled warmly: "You will never regret joining my fifth team!"

[Gan! Why do members of the Whitebeard Pirates like to hug people's shoulders! And this Bista smells so much of sweat and alcohol, Wori, you don't think you woke up in the morning and didn't wash up, right? 】

[I just changed into a suit of clothes! Tears! I'll have to take a shower later, it's too hard for me! 】

Roy showed a forced smile: "Vista, I just came to learn swordsmanship from you."

He straightened his face, depressed: "My strength is still too small, it is a burden."

"I'm worried that joining the fifth team will be a hindrance in the battle. If someone in the team is injured because of protecting me, then I will definitely feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Roy said seriously: "So I don't want to join the fan team for the time being."

"Father asked me to come and train with you, I think that's what he meant too."

Bista was taken aback.

Thoughtful.

Then he grinned and said, "So that's the case, Roy, it's good if you think so, this can be regarded as a motivation for your future practice! And Dad should have his own intentions in doing this."

[Have a hammer on purpose! I saw that Whitebeard with thick eyebrows and big eyes was trying to make things difficult for me. 】

[Tears, do interns still have human rights? 】

[I simply want to lie flat and fish. 】

[Is it so difficult? 】

Roy had a grin on his face.

The inner mother sells batches.

"Roy, your saber, is it a big sharp sword?" Vista noticed the saber on Roy's waist, and when he saw the scabbard and handle, he had a basic judgment.

Roy thought for a while and replied, "Ah, it seems so!"

Bista smiled and said: "I heard that you have learned basic swordsmanship, you can use it a little bit and let me see your level. This will help me customize a training plan for you."

[Oh, it's difficult! 】

Hearing this, Roy pulled out the saber at his waist. The sharp blade was so glaring that people couldn't help exclaiming, "Good knife."

Even Vista squinted.

as expected!

It's really a big knife!

But the next moment...

Vista's eyelids...

Just a twitch!

"Stop, stop!" Vista took a breath, scratched his head and wondered: "Roy, you have such a good knife, why... why is the foundation of swordsmanship so weak ?”

He originally wanted to say why your technique is so hip.

But consider taking care of Roy's emotions.

Bista was a little more tactful.

Roy holds a knife in both hands, with a sad face, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, endless sighs, and endless sorrow: "I have not been physically fit since I was a child. My father told me that I may not be suitable for too high-intensity sports in my life." train."

He grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, his palm turned white, as if people could see the unwillingness in his heart.

But this unwillingness didn't last long, and it disappeared in an instant.

It makes people seem to be able to see a stubborn young man...

At first he rose up against the torments of fate.

But in the end...

Still had to succumb to fate.

Vista was silent.

He opened his mouth to comfort Roy, but he didn't know how.

well!

this kid...

It must be very reconciled, right?

He must have waved the sharp knife in his hand to fate again and again.