1510 year of the sea calendar, East Sea, Seymoshiki village.

Isshin Dojo.

It was late at night, everything was quiet, and in a small courtyard, there was still a little fire flickering. With a slight low sound, the sound of wooden swords cutting through the air came out.

Under the dim oil lamp, a purple-haired boy about 12 years old was struggling to swing the wooden sword in his hand.

Every swing of the sword is meticulous, the movement seems to be measured with a ruler, it is a perfect combination of wrist strength and arm strength, full of strange beauty.

Although the swordsmanship is still very immature, it is obvious that it has a certain lethality.

At some point, a kind middle-aged man dressed in a kimono and glasses appeared behind the figure.

The person who came was none other than the owner of the Isshin Dojo, Koshiro.

It's just that the purple-haired boy was too engaged, focused on the sword in his hand, and did not notice the arrival of Koshiro.

At this moment, the boy's sweaty face was full of determination, and if he listened carefully, he could hear a slight murmur from his mouth.

“995,996,.... 1000。 "

Complete a set of 1000 standard sword swings. The young man did not stop, the sword in his hand turned into a slash, and continued to practice.

One time.

Two!

......

Drops of sweat left down my cheeks, wet my training clothes but I didn't notice it!

Looking at this such a diligent disciple, Koshiro nodded in satisfaction, and the light under his eyes flashed, full of appreciation.

As an excellent swordsman, Koshiro understands one truth better than anyone: there is no such thing as unearned gains in this world, and if you want to be a good swordsman, you must study hard and practice.

This disciple has not been in the dojo for a long time, and it is only two months to be full, and it is especially rare to be able to achieve such an achievement.

Thinking of this, Koshiro's mind couldn't help but think of the scene of this child joining the dojo that day.

It was supposed to be just a routine admission. However, the purple-haired boy mixed in with the pile of children stands out, making people involuntarily focus on him at a glance.

Obviously a child, but with maturity that does not belong to this age!

That unusually bright gaze, which made Koshiro remember him at a glance.

He even made an exception to let him enroll for free.

Then thinking of this child's talent, Koshiro's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of regret.

"Hey! It's a pity! "

"Try hard enough, but unfortunately the kendo talent is a little worse."

Of course, this difference is also relative to Gu Yina, another genius of the Kendo Hall, and compared to other disciples, Luo Ya's talent is undoubtedly much better.

Koshiro looked at Luo Ya, who still wanted to exercise in the field, stepped forward and probed his right hand, and lightly held the bamboo sword in the young man's hand.

"Enough, Roya." Koshiro looked at Roya with a rare serious look on his face.

"To practice, we must remember to combine work and rest, and remember that being able to strictly discipline ourselves is also a kind of practice."

He was very satisfied with a disciple, but he didn't want to waste his cultivation because of this uncontrolled cultivation.

Listening to the familiar voice next to his ears, Luo Ya stopped cultivating, looked at the reproachful Koshiro on the side, scratched his head, and showed an embarrassed smile.

"Teacher, you're here!"

Looking at Luo Ya, who was smiling like a big child, Koshiro shook his head helplessly, this is not the first time, but every reminder has no effect. The teenager in front of him is still going his own way.

"Bring it."

"What?"

"Give me the sword."

Koshiro drew the wooden sword in his hand, and when he found that he couldn't move, he couldn't help but turn pale, revealing an angry expression.

In desperation, Luo Ya had to let go of his palm, and the wooden sword was also taken away by Koshiro.

Then Luo Ya was chased back to his room by Koshiro, and even the small oil lamp for lighting was confiscated, really not giving a chance.

Fortunately, today, Roya's task was also completed.

When Koshiro left, Roya sank his consciousness into his mind.

"Finally I have enough experience."

Luo Ya whispered softly, and an unconcealed joy appeared on his face.

Luo Ya is a traverser, in his previous life he was originally a Celestial Empire person, but after sleeping, he somehow came to this world.

In this world, his identity is that of a 12-year-old orphan who grew up eating a hundred meals.

When he knew that the world he came to was the One Piece world, Roa was embarrassed. Although the world is wonderful and has all kinds of extraordinary powers, it also means endless risks.

I wanted to use the prophet to arrange it in advance, but I found that the time to cross was a little early.

And with his current strength, it is unrealistic to want to seek benefits.

Fortunately, the village he crossed was not far from the village of Shimaki, and when he heard about the enrollment of Isshin Dojo, he did not hesitate to step on a merchant ship along the way. And successfully joined the Isshin Dojo.

And as a traverser, goldfinger is naturally indispensable.

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