Pirate Codex

The Justice Gang was founded by Armstrong and a group of young people who had the same ambitions. The purpose was to protect the safety of one party and to protect his family and neighbors from gang harassment.

Although everyone had fairly good skills, they fought tooth and nail with gangsters of all sizes, and managed to gain a small territory.

But because the Justice Gang does not charge protection fees and has no other income, the passion finally succumbs to reality.

Partners either died in gang fights, or were forced by reality and had no income to maintain their lives, so they had to quit the gang and make a living on their own.

The remaining six people would have trouble maintaining their territory, let alone anything else.

Armstrong raised his head and drank the ale in the glass, stood up, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left without arguing.

The tavern owner Allen watched Armstrong walk out of the tavern with his head downcast, then sighed softly, turned his head, and said to Arthur helplessly:

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"They are all good kids and I don't want them to end up dead at the hands of gangsters."

Then he glanced at Arthur and Edward again, and said warningly:

"With all due respect, you are still young. It is best to become an apprentice and learn some skills. No matter what happens in the future, having a skill will make your life easier."

"Although the East District is very chaotic, the North District is still better. If you search carefully, you can survive."

Arthur shook his head and said nothing. He just looked thoughtfully at the direction Armstrong left, then turned to Allen with a smile and asked:

"This Armstrong, does he live nearby?"

Allen was stunned when he heard this, then the smile on his face faded, he frowned, and looked at Arthur again.

"Why, you are interested in the Justice Gang?"

Arthur smiled slightly: "I just want to make some friends. I feel like we are like-minded people."

Allen looked at Arthur deeply: "I don't know where he lives, but they often come to my place to drink. You can try your luck next time."

Then he drank the ale in the glass in one gulp and turned around to clean the glass.

Arthur held the wine glass in his right hand, moved his left hand down, rubbed the scabbard on his waist, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and continued to ask:

"Boss, do you know any kendo gym here?"

Allen, who had his back to Arthur and the two, moved for a moment, remembering the long swords hanging on their waists. Then he put the washed cups aside, turned around, and looked at Arthur with some relief. , thinking and said:

"We don't have any kendo gyms in the East District. The most famous one is probably the only kendo gym in Ain District. Beichen Yida is famous. It is said that the owner of the gym, Beichen Yizhu, is a powerful swordsman. Many noble elites are studying under him."

Beichen's sword style, Beichen's style of bamboo

Why does it feel like the naming style of Japan in the previous life? It sounds a bit inconsistent.

And it’s the only one in Al Ain District. It sounds very impressive. I really want to try it.

But a swordsman

"The swordsman is" Arthur asked the boss.

"Well, don't you know?" Allen was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved down, and he glanced at the hilt of the sword exposed at Arthur's waist. He glanced at Arthur strangely before explaining:

"It is said that people who practice swordsmanship are called swordsmen, swordsmen, swordsmen, great swordsmen, etc. from weak to strong."

"There is a standard for swordsmen to be passed down from generation to generation."

Allen stretched out his thick right arm with gnarled muscles. His palm was like a knife, and he slashed hard, causing a whistling sound.

"Cut off steel, and you become a swordsman."

Cutting through steel means becoming a swordsman

Arthur was slightly startled, cutting off steel?

Arthur, who inherited the Judgment Swordsmanship, knew that there are many ways to cut through steel, such as extreme strength, extreme speed, and extreme sharpness. As long as one of these reaches a sufficient height, he can cut through unbreakable objects, such as rocks, rocks, etc. steel and even diamonds.

But in addition to these, there is another mysterious thing that Arthur cannot believe for the time being, but it does exist in Judgment Swordsmanship.

will.

A will that is pure and consistent, a will that is firmly believed, a will that lasts a lifetime.

A swordsman with his own will can wield a sword far more powerfully than other swordsmen.

Probably because the power is finite, the speed is finite, the sharpness is finite, but the will is infinite.

Arthur tightened his grip on the scabbard, and his right hand holding the wine glass trembled with excitement. He really wanted to see a sword with will.

Swordsmanship, boxing, swordsmanship, and all techniques to kill the enemy are all about gathering strength together through reasonable methods and then attacking.

The body is power, weapons are power, and will is power.

I hope Beichen Yizhu, the master of Beichen Ittoryu, can use his will as a sword to cut through steel.

Arthur's eyes were bright, and he had his first target on the sword, Beichen Yizhu.

"It seems that you don't even know these basics. You need to find a kendo gym to learn it."

Allen glanced at Arthur who was immersed in his imagination, then at the animal skin coats worn by Arthur and Edward, shook his head, and continued:

"Beichen Yidao Ryu is very strict in recruiting disciples, and the fees are also high. I remember that there are several kendo gyms in the North District. You can go there and have a look."

"Boss, our boss Arthur is very strong."

Edward, who was silently tasting red wine, looked up at Arthur and Allen and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

Edward, who has already had a glimpse of the sword, clearly knows how strong his boss Arthur is in the sword. On weekdays, neither he nor Bowness, who is the strongest among them, is the enemy of Arthur's moves.

With day after day of instruction and easy defeat during sparring, Arthur's power in everyone's hearts is naturally unparalleled.

"Okay, okay." Allen shook his head and did not refute. He just regarded what Edward said as the blind worship of the young man.

"That's right, boss."

Arthur came back to his senses and looked up at Allen. "I want to find someone in the city. I don't know where to go to ask."

"Oh, who are you asking about?" Boss Allen's thick black eyebrows raised slightly.

"That's it." Arthur said slowly.

What Arthur wanted to find out was the tavern owner's namesake, Bowen Allen, the grandson of the mayor of Orchard Village. He had heard nothing from him since he asked him to come to the city for help when pirates entered the village.

In any case, he came to the city to ask for help under his own arrangement. Now that he has disappeared, he also has a share of responsibility.

Inquiring about his whereabouts is also one of the purposes of coming here today.

"I'm just asking for a boy's words." Boss Allen looked at Arthur's crude animal skin jacket again and said, "As long as 5 Baileys are enough, I can help you find out."

Arthur lowered his head, took out a zabeli from his arms, counted it for a moment, slapped it on the bar, and said with a smile:

"Here is 50,000 beli. When I find out the news, I will give you another 20,000 beli as a thank you fee."