At that time, Byrnndi World’s officers were a rare breed among the great pirates. His older brother was a strategist without combat abilities, and Nightin, as one of the few three officers, naturally had to fulfill her role.
Although she is already sixty years old, her agility remains impressive. Her body, which has not yet withered, brought down a samurai with every strike. Different life experiences can affect a person’s condition in old age.
Whether old age ultimately turns one into a hunched old lady, an overweight recluse who drinks and smokes, or someone who remains lively like Big Mom, is closely tied to one’s quality of life.
Unlike the original timeline where Nightin had always been on the run while waiting for World’s return, she now has a stable high-paying job. This has improved her quality of life considerably.
“Kampo Kenpo : Licorice Spin!
Even if the defenses of Onigashima are weak, these samurai, who lack even a decent leader, are not capable of handling it. In addition to Electivire and Nightin, they also have to deal with a large number of Rotom.
Whether it was the Rotom flying in the air without a body or Rotom controlling mechanical bodies like ovens and refrigerators, these were not foes ordinary samurai could contend with. Soon, countless samurai were floating in the inland sea of Wano Country.
The powerful voltage released by Electivire and Rotom made these samurai, drenched in seawater, experience what it meant to do Electrofishing, although they were on the receiving end.
Of course, not everyone was involved in this battle. Hyogoro, the head of the Flower Capital’s underworld, stayed out of it. The commotion in Flower Capital naturally reached his residence.
As for the reason for his absence; it was because someone had stopped him.
“Kojiro, what is the meaning of this?”
Kojiro abruptly appeared at Hyogoro’s residence with Emboar; Emboar’s massive body blocking the exit.
“Sir Hyogoro, I have great respect for you, but the current events outside involve political struggle between upper-level. You are, after all, an ordinary person. It’s better not to get involved in this mess.
Furthermore, you wouldn’t want to make your wife sad, would you?”
During their everyday interactions, Kojiro had received care from Hyogoro’s wife multiple times, akin to the care his mother had provided in the past.
As the Beasts Pirates’ official merchant in Wano Country, he had some understanding of today’s situation. Being a native of Wano Country and a member of the Beasts Pirates, he knew the disparity in strength between the two sides. Getting involved in this situation would be a recipe for disaster.
Hyogoro and his wife had a deep emotional bond. If Hyogoro were to die, his wife would undoubtedly be heartbroken. That’s why Kojiro came to prevent Hyogoro from intervening.
As long as they got through tonight, Hyogoro would have no capability to stir up any major conflicts.
As the boss of the yakuza, his attitude toward Wano Country’s Shogun and daimyo class was different from that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have become the boss of the yakuza. He cared more about the common folk of the Flower Capital.
Now, Beasts Pirates’ flexible policies had reduced his aversion towards them. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to some form of understanding with Kojiro.
Kurozumi Orochi didn’t have the opportunity to use the Beasts Pirates to kill his wife. He and the Beasts Pirates didn’t have any fundamental conflicts.
“Step aside; it concerns the people of the Flower Capital.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. My men are calming them down. As long as we get through tonight, there won’t be any lasting impact. Moreover, your presence outside right now will only create chaos. The longer this battle lasts, the greater the harm it will cause.”
“You can’t stop me, even if you have that big guy with you.”
The muscular Hyogoro is not the same as that wizened little old man. Currently, he is at the peak of his strength. Emboar may be able to stop his subordinates, but not him.
“Of course, that is why I am here to make a proposition. Everyone in Flower Capital respects you as a chivalrous person, and my father also received your help back in the day. So, I wish to challenge you as a samurai. If you can withstand a single strike from me, I won’t stop you any longer.”
”However, if you cannot, then you will stay peacefully here tonight. Is this condition reasonable?”
Hyogoro enjoys a great reputation among the common folk of Flower Capital. He was different from the daimyo and Shogun. Many people had never seen what a daimyo looked like in their lifetime, but they were very familiar with Hyogoro.
Beasts Pirates aimed to eliminate the aristocracy, but people like Hyogoro were exceptions. Their main approach toward such people was to bring them into their fold, and Kojiro had volunteered for this role. Otherwise, the Beasts Pirates would have sent an officer to handle this situation.
Hyogoro then noticed that Kojiro had brought a sword with him this time. He had always appeared as a merchant in their usual interactions, so this was the first time Hyogoro had seen him carrying a weapon.
“Very well, come at me. Make it quick.”
Reaching his current position had not been achieved solely through chivalry. Although he was friendly to the commoners, his rise to the position of the yakuza boss in Flower Capital was achieved through real battles. He doubted that Kojiro would be a match for him.
In fact, he urged Kojiro to start quickly.
“Understood, but please wait a moment. Doctor! Is everything prepared?”
He inquired towards the rear; he had brought a doctor along this time.
After receiving an affirmative response, Kojiro put something in his mouth, a secret medicine he had obtained from Nightin. It could briefly enhance his potential.
Subsequently, Kojiro assumed a standard Iai stance. Hyogoro scrutinized the sword in Kojiro’s hand. It appeared longer than most weapons crafted by the smiths.
“Iai, is it? It seems you’ve practiced it for some time.”
Kojiro remained silent, and Hyogoro stared directly at him because there was a certain conviction in Kojiro’s eyes—a quality not possessed by ordinary individuals.
Hyogoro then focused his gaze on Kojiro’s wrist. If it’s just one strike, watching his wrist would be enough to react.
Kojiro reversed his grip on the sword, and as the blade emerged, it produced a sharp sound. Hyogoro easily blocked Kojiro’s attack, but as the blade made contact, he noticed an issue. Although Kojiro seemed to have attacked only once, he had actually swung the sword more than once.
While he managed to block the second strike, the third left a bloody gash on his shoulder.
“Sasaki family’s swords art, Secret Technique•Tsubame-gaeshi. Ugh… it hurts! Doctor, please come quickly. It feels like my arm is broken.”
The doctor was not there for Hyogoro but for himself. Even though their family’s fortunes had declined, the Tsubame-gaeshi technique had been passed down intact.
The records were not wrong; it’s just that no one in the later generation of his family could reach the ancestor’s level, so they couldn’t train it. Kojiro was only able to use it thanks to Kaido’s guidance.
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