Pirate: Invincible from the start

The morning light shines through the crack in the window on the face of a handsome man lying on the bed by the window.

The man had a smile on his lips, as if he had dreamed of something beautiful in his sleep.

However, no matter how beautiful a dream is, it is only a dream after all, when the light of the morning light gently knocks on the man's eyes.

Everything in the dream was like a castle in the sky, like a phantom, and quickly disappeared.

All this made the smile on the corner of the man's mouth disappear, and he couldn't help but tremble in his eyes, and then slowly opened his eyes, revealing the blue of the starry sky in his eyes.

Yesterday, when the sun was setting, they sailed to Gaya Island, and instead of going to the town of Magic Valley, they found a sparsely populated place to stop and rest.

Hmmm....

I didn't expect to be so lucky, and I actually found a random place, and I met the legendary diamond-shaped uncle "Kulilang", and his younger brothers, the Saruyama United Army (a salvage fleet composed of orangutans).

Didn't bother Kulilang, who apparently recognized the flag on their ship, so he didn't come up.

In

a few days, he would have taken his little brothers and gone to find the true Dream Country, and although he knew that the road ahead was difficult, he had the courage and perseverance to do it.

Because the bells that ring from time to time in the sky are their best guiding light.

For this reason, even if he is truly buried in the sea, he will not hesitate.

......

Kuta lifted the quilt on his body, landed on his feet, stepped on the slippers on the soles of his feet, then squirmed in, stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains with a stabbing sound, and then reached out and pulled the window open.

The early birdsong and the sound of the sea came to the face, which made Kuta's head clear in an instant.

Looking out the window, the beautiful scenery of the early sun rising in the sky, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

There's a reason why this sea is always fascinating, and it's the beauty of the sunrise that is so breathtaking and beautiful.

"Huh!"

he looked down, and he saw a huge sailing ship parked in the distant sea on the sparkling sea, and he didn't know what it was doing.

"It's not like it's salvaging gold.

Kuta touched the sparse stubble on his chin with his left hand, pondered for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

"These guys can't be looking for the time of

the rising current!" "Well..." "

Also, since Uncle Rhomboida knows that Shandora is in the sky, and he has seen the rising current, with his character, I'm afraid he can't wait to go to the sky to see what is going on!"

Kuta muttered in his heart, then put down his hand and turned to the wardrobe on the side.

These things are not something he should care about, everyone who leaves his hometown and sails on this sea has his own story, and he will have his own way of living, and on the road to pursuing his dreams, there are people who fail and people who succeed.

He didn't know if Uncle Rhomboids would succeed, but he could only be here, silently sending him a blessing in his heart, and there would not be so much else.

After all, they didn't know each other, and he wouldn't wait here for a month, or a few months, for the sake of Uncle Rhomboid.

It's his own choice, his own pursuit, isn't it?

Opened the closet and pulled out a white shirt and floral shorts from it.

His room was simple, as simple as his usual clothes, with nothing but a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a few barrels.

After getting dressed, Kuta turned around and looked at the slash on the knife rack in a daze.

Originally, he thought that with the amount of his armed color domineering, he spent most of the day refining and slashing, and it should be easy to make the slash become a black knife.

But...... He was wrong.

He found that after such a long time of tempering, the slash had not changed anything except for the slight strengthening of the blade.

This made him know that it would be very difficult to quickly refine the black knife.

After all, there are only two black knives he knows in this world.

One is the legendary dragon-slaying samurai, the companion sword of "Kenhao Ryoma", and the "Black Knife Akisui".

There is no doubt that this knife was tempered by Ryoma himself, because Wano Country recorded it, and Koshiro also knew it, which led him to know it too.

The other is the world's No. 1 swordsman "Hawkeye Mihawk" at this time, and the one in his hand is known as the world's strongest black knife, one of the twelve supreme fast knives, "Black Knife Night".

There is no doubt that this knife is also a black knife, he has seen it with his own eyes, but he doesn't know if it was Mihawk himself who quenched it into a black knife, or if when he got it, it was a black knife.

Originally, he thought that as long as he was domineering enough and kept refining, he would be able to blacken the knife, but obviously he thought simply.

There are many strong people in this world, and there are also many domineering and strong people, so why are there only two known black knives?

He thought about it, and gradually had an answer.

Whether it's Roger, or Whitebeard, or Shanks, even if they are domineering and top-notch in the world, even if their strength is strong enough.

But it was because their strength went from weak to strongest, and they were promoted too quickly, which led to them not having the time to cover the blade with domineering, so that the blade could grow with domineering in battle.

Therefore, their knives, even if they are also supreme knives, cannot be turned into black knives.

Whether it is Ryoma or Mihawk, they are all simple swordsmen, who put most of their energy into the sword in their hands from the beginning, they sincerely believe in the sword, and fight with the knife thousands of times.

This is like quenching steel, they attach armed color domineering again and again, and fight again and again, so that the domineering tenacity is completely integrated into the knife, which becomes a black knife.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

His situation is similar to Roger, Shanks, and Whitebeard.

On the one hand, the strength is too strong, there is no opponent, and the weak are basically killed, which cannot really be tempered and cut empty.

On the other hand, they all have one thing in common, which is that they are not pure swordsmen.

Although Kuta uses a sword, his swordsmanship is also very exquisite.

But most of his swordsmanship is actually brought by imagination and the realm of space.

Otherwise, with his monster-like physical fitness, he used brute force to cut it out.

It seems that his swordsmanship is very strong, but only he knows that all this is caused by his excessive knowledge and rich imagination.

Aside from his insight and imagination, in fact, his real swordsmanship talent, although it is not comparable to ordinary people, but in real terms, it is not comparable to Guina and Zoro.

So this leads to the fact that although he also likes knives, he is not obsessed with them.

This may also be the reason why he can't quench

the black knife!So now, he is actually not so obsessed with whether he can really become a black knife in the future of slashing the sky.

When he first got the slash, he was indeed very persistent and motivated by the black knife.

As for now.

Pick up the knife and hang it on your waist, a wisp of black breath quickly flows into the scabbard, wraps around the blade, and tempers it anytime and anywhere.

"Hey! I'm getting used to it.

"Let it be!" No

matter what, he will continue to temper the knife, after all, under his tempering, the hollowed blade has indeed become tougher, isn't it?

Kuta raised his head, took off his exclusive wine gourd from the side of the knife holder, shook it, and found that there was not much wine.

Then from the barrel behind the knife holder, fill the wine gourd, and then hang it on the waist like a chop.

His room, though simple, was filled with all kinds of barrels, the latest being Sky Island, which was also the most drinkable.

Most of the others were bought from the islands along the way, and there was also wine from Maya and Saka the other day.

The wine was very old, and of course it was very fragrant, and he was reluctant to drink it, so he piled it up in the innermost part of the barrel.

to be saved for later feasts.

After all, it's not much, it's just a small bucket.

And all he drank during this time was the wine brought by Sky Island.

Patting the wine gourd, Kuta's face showed a satisfied smile, then turned and walked to the door.