Pirate: The Wandering Swordsman

Chapter 20 Mission Completion
"Do you want to create a new sword technique by combining the Sixth Form of the Navy?"

Seeing Roy entangle himself, Campbell snorted and said, "It's a good idea, but I'm your defeated opponent. What reference can I give you?"

"You are a senior, isn't it normal for a junior to ask a senior for guidance?"

Roy spoke nicely, and he was good-looking. Campbell smiled for a while, patted his chest, and changed his words instantly: "Wrap it on me."

Even though Campbell said that, for some reason, he always felt guilty.

When he was on the warship, he had seen Roy's power.

Not only reflected in combat, but mainly because of his extraordinary talent.

Cross·Big Spinning Top! !

On that party night, he saw with his own eyes that Roy perfected it bit by bit until it became a sword skill with almost no loopholes.

Hardworking and talented.

Such a person is simply the scariest guy in the world, bar none.

Suddenly, Campbell rolled his eyes: "By the way, since you proposed this idea, you should have your own ideas, right?"

"Yes." Roy nodded.

Campbell's fox tail curled up, and he couldn't wait to say: "Then let's have a sparring, purely fighting swordsmanship, not using existing moves. I think this kind of sparring can help you perfect your own ideas, how about it?"

"Happy to accompany."

Roy smiled slightly, and he was kind.

He can naturally guess what Campbell is thinking, but isn't that the reason why he left the training camp and found Campbell?
Swish! !

The two sides drew their swords against each other.

Campbell sharpened his sword, and the long-awaited scene finally came true.

"Boy, it's only better than swordsmanship, don't blame me for bullying you!"

He laughed, full of confidence.

Pure swordsmanship competition is completely different from fighting.

Combat is divided into many factors, including physical strength, moves, strain and so on.

Swordplay is different.

To be precise, it is the external expression of a swordsman's understanding of kendo.

He has been learning swords for so many years, while Roy has only learned swords for one year.

If you lose, it's not just a problem that can be explained by the word "shame", it's just a matter of jumping into the sea and committing suicide!

"bring it on!"

Campbell charged with a knife.

Roy didn't change his face, and responded calmly, turning over the clips about the Navy's sixth style like a revolving lantern in his mind.

Then he swung his knife and incorporated his own understanding when he shot.

Clang clang! !

The two slashed at each other several times, evenly.

The exquisite swordsmanship bloomed like a rose in the hands of the two, beautiful and eye-catching, but secretly thorny.

After a while.

Swish!
A samurai sword was overturned and flew into the air.

Whoosh!
Another knife fell to the ground like a meteor, drew a beautiful arc, and landed in front of Campbell under the ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air.

Campbell twitched.

He actually lost!
"The pure swordsmanship competition is indeed very rewarding."

Roy retracted the knife, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Obviously, he felt pressured to compete with Campbell's pure swordsmanship.

Immediately after pondering for a moment, Roy expressed his gratitude to Campbell, and then walked aside, facing the howling sea wind and surging waves, and continued to fall into meditation.

Campbell looked at his back and was silent for a moment, heartbroken.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at the sea, which was wave after wave.

"Jumping into the sea to commit suicide?"

Campbell pondered in his heart: "Drowning...would it be too cruel? Or I'd better wait for natural old age to die! If it doesn't work, dying in battle is more in line with my temperament--Okay, I'll go on a mission now. In short, this The Navy Headquarters can't stay any longer!"

……

Training camp, regular class.

boom! !

The boy with the red airplane head waved his mechanical arm, punched one student flying, and stepped on another student. Looking around, his eyes were full of rebellious and arrogant colors.

Who would have thought that this young, seemingly thin boy was actually filled with such amazing explosive power.

In just two days, this ordinary class with about [-] students was almost overthrown.

"It's all a bunch of trash!"

Gurant sneered, and everyone looked down, not daring to look at him.

Including Kebi and Beru Meber.

"If you bastards go to the battlefield in the future, don't be scared to pee your pants!"

Gurant was extremely disdainful.

"That's enough, Gurante, if you want to keep making trouble, you can go to the key class."

At this time, the instructor stepped forward.

He did not comment on the current situation caused by Gurante, but said indifferently: "The No. 1 in the key class is now recognized as Roy. You should have heard of his name."

"I'll go now."

Gurante was young and energetic, so he couldn't stand the instructor's stimulation.

He widened his eyes and said angrily: "I should have been a member of the key class. If it wasn't for my age, how could I be in the same class as these trash?"

Then, he looked at the classmates in front of him again, and sneered.

Many people who heard this sentence gritted their teeth and burst into anger, but they couldn't beat Gurante—either they had been cleaned up, or they were ashamed, and they didn't dare to shoot casually.

"Humph!"

Gulant smiled contemptuously again, slid away with a shave, and disappeared in front of everyone in a blink of an eye.

Instructors don't comment either.

In other words, he deliberately aroused the anger of others against Gurante.

He has been an instructor many times, and he has some experience in teaching students. He understands better than others. Generally, negative emotions can stimulate a person's fighting spirit and make people work harder than positive emotions.

Looking at the appearance of these people, the instructor smiled with satisfaction.

have to say,

This trick works great every time!
"Even if he is a genius in the Navy headquarters, this is too much!"

In the crowd, as one of the group who was ridiculed by Gurante's map cannon, Keby was a little bit annoyed.

But his own character tends to be cowardly. Even if he is kind-hearted and upholds justice, it is difficult to show his courage.

People always have to grow, and Kebi is still in this process, gradually improving.

"Don't think about it, he is only 15 years old this year, and he is even younger than Roy. With such strength, I am afraid he is not weaker than Mr. Roy!"

Bellumebo swallowed his saliva, seeing the scene was in a mess, and those who were knocked down by Gurante were moaning and sighing in pain, and felt a little cold in his heart.

Such a domineering guy, I am afraid that there is only the same powerful swordsman genius in the training camp right now, Roy can handle it, right?

……

It will be late.

This is the third day of the training camp. Roy stood by the seaside for a whole day, watching the ebb and flow, and practiced the basic movements of swinging and drawing a knife for a while. Something is missing.

Chi Chi Chi——

Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings sounded.

Roy turned his head and found that there were fireflies living on the island of Marin Fanduo.

It's a wonderful thing.

The fireflies flickered and even flapped their wings, surrounding Roy.

flash!
Flickering, flickering, flickering!
Suddenly, Roy broke the shackles in his mind and thought of what method he should use to create a novel sword skill.

Clang!
He drew his knife.

It just so happened that Campbell came from a distance with a lunch box in his hand.

The atmosphere is a little frozen.

Campbell stopped and looked at Roy from a distance. His keen senses as a swordsman allowed him to understand what state Roy was in.

Whoosh!
A sonic boom-like piercing sound resounded through the air.

The light of the knife was like a searchlight, piercing the surrounding darkness and tearing apart the tranquil atmosphere of the seaside.

Boom! !

The sea in front of Roy exploded, and the rising waves were pierced directly, revealing a large hollow hole.

The waves surged and splashed back.

Some fell to the ground, wet the ground, and some slapped him on the face.

【Ding】

[The task is completed, reward 200 experience points that can be allocated]

　Me: "That... just a weak reminder, the status has changed, you can tip it =. =!!"

　　Book friend: "Understood, get lost!"

　　Me: "Okay!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)