Chapter 18 First Encounter with the Revolutionary Army! The Complete Six Styles!
1513 in the Haiyuan calendar.
In late spring and early summer, the mountains and forests are filled with the babbling of streams.
Lister sat quietly on the rock with his eyes closed.
The tranquil mountain forest rustles with the leaves, and in the distance, farmland is dotted with the occasional croak of a frog.
He felt at peace, listening to the sound of the wind, sensing the changes in the stream, and the flow of air.
This is a form of spiritual practice taught to him by Koushirou, which is different from physical training and is a deep exploration of perception, will, and mental strength.
Although Lister did not study swordsmanship, the principles of cultivation are the same.
Thanks to Koushirou's guidance, in just one year, Lister was able to withstand Koushirou's sword for a Dragon time.
"Lister, Lister…"
From the faint footsteps in the wind, Lister seemed to "see" the kendo dojo kid approaching—a strange feeling.
"What's wrong?"
Lister tilted his head and opened his eyes. A silver-haired child named Saka, with his hands on his knees, panted and said, "The sea, a huge ship has come to the seaside, a huge ship, as big as a mountain, and a strange man with a big face has arrived at the dojo."
"Oh? Take me to see it!"
Dojo.
"I never expected the Kingdom of Goa to do that!" Koushirou's usually smiling face revealed a hint of surprise and anger.
"Fortunately, Dragon received advance warning and rescued some people from the fire. However, the food on the ship is not enough to sustain us on our way back to Baltimore, so we hope to get your help."
Standing opposite Koushirou was a strange man over four meters tall, with a huge face, an unusually large, dark purple frizzy mane, Dragon and thick eyelashes, light blue eyeshadow, and purple lip gloss.
Her attire was even more bizarre: a tight-fitting, low-cut bodysuit revealing a large skull tattoo on her abs, a cloak, black fishnet stockings, and rose-red high heels.
Emporio Ivankov, the King of the Transgender!
"No problem, the dojo has a batch of grain in reserve, which we can lend to you."
"Thank you!" Ivankov breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where's the dragon? Wasn't it with you?"
"I haven't seen him since I left the coast a few days ago. I don't know where he went."
"You guys have mastered the Six Styles of the Navy, right?" Koushirou asked.
"Naval Type 6?"
Ivankov was surprised and said, "Your Isshin Dojo doesn't plan to continue teaching kendo and switch to physical techniques?"
"If you have any, please give me a portion as payment for the food, how about that?" Koushirou avoided answering.
Ivankov pondered for a moment. As a revolutionary army determined to overthrow the World Government and establish a free world, they naturally knew a lot about their old enemy, the Navy. The Revolutionary Army also had information on the Navy's Six Styles, which they could simply copy.
In exchange for food that could sustain their lives, a document that wasn't particularly valuable to the revolutionary army, Dragon certainly wouldn't refuse.
"Okay." Ivankov immediately instructed his men to contact the base via Den Den Mushi and send over a document on the Navy's Type 6.
Ivankov looked into the yard and saw the girl constantly hacking at the wooden stake with her sword, and said, "How diligent you are, your daughter!"
Koushirou smiled.
Ivankov handed the Naval Type 6 documents to Koushirou, then put on his wide cloak and pulled up the brim of his hat.
"We are being hunted by the World Government and cannot stay Dragon, lest we cause trouble for the village and the dojo. Goodbye, Koushirou Boy!"
Have a safe journey!
Ivankov and his men, carrying provisions, walked out of the dojo and happened to brush past Lister, who was on his way.
Ivankov turned his head, just as Lister raised his head and smiled.
Ivankov paused for a moment, but did not linger and quickly left.
"Look at that big face! I've never seen anyone like that before!" Saka said excitedly as he watched the group walk away.
Lister rubbed his head and said, "Gossiping about others behind their backs is not a good habit. Be careful he doesn't overhear you."
"No way?" Saka quickly covered his mouth.
Lister saw Koushirou at the door, patted Saka on the shoulder, telling him to go play, and walked over, asking in confusion, "Who are they?"
Koushirou, with his coat draped over his shoulders and arms crossed, retorted, "Don't you know?"
"Should I know?" Lister asked with a smile.
"You'll definitely be interested in this." Koushirou waved the documents in his hand.
"What?"
"Naval Six Style!"
"Naval Type 6?"
Lister was surprised, his eyes shining. He could now use his "Iron Block" and "Paper Drawing" skillfully. In addition, he had superhuman strength and recovery ability, making him resistant to beatings. Unfortunately, his attack methods were limited, mainly relying on punches and kicks. He had been thinking about the other four styles, but the Sixth Style was the essence of the Navy's physical techniques, known as a technique that breaks through the limits of the human body. It was not so easy to figure out.
But now, with detailed information, things are different.
Koushirou tossed the stack of documents lightly, and Lister hurriedly caught them.
"Hey, you just gave it to me like that?" Lister asked suspiciously. There's no such thing as a free lunch, is there?
Koushirou turned around, his back to Lister, and said, "Take good care of Kuina!"
Lister was taken aback, then said solemnly, "Please rest assured!"
"That young man…" Ivankov boarded the ship, glanced at the quiet village, and sensed an unusual aura emanating from Lister.
Night falls.
"Has the dragon not returned yet?"
call...
A strong wind swept across the sea, and a tall figure draped in a cloak appeared on the ship.
"You're so slow, dragon! How Dragon do you want me to wait?" Ivankov complained immediately.
As footsteps approached, the tall figure raised his head, revealing a red square tattoo on his left cheek.
With the aim of overthrowing the World Government and establishing a harmonious, free, equal, and dream-filled world, Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, is known as the world's most vicious criminal and is also called "Dragon"!
"I'm sorry!" Dragon's voice was steady and powerful.
Ivankov, seeing the child the dragon was holding, asked in surprise, "Oh, what's that in your hand...?"
"The injury is really bad!"
"Get him treated immediately!"
"clear!"
The child was taken to the hospital by his men, and Ivankov asked in a worried tone, "Honestly, where have you been wandering around?"
"I went to visit the celebration of the world's nobles." The dragon turned and walked towards the edge of the ship.
"ha?"
Ivankov was shocked: "How could you go to a place like that without telling me?"
"With you here, you're too conspicuous!"
Ivankov was speechless, covering his enormous face: "My face!"
The revolutionary soldiers on the ship gathered around. With his back to them, Dragon said in a deep voice, "We must gather our strength immediately."
The dragon turned its head and asked, "Where's the grain?"
"The village temple gave us some."
"Um!"
Dragon nodded, glanced at the distant sea, and then said, "Prepare to set sail and return to Baltigue!"
At the seaside, three children stood around the railing, gazing at the large ship on the sea and discussing it animatedly, while Zoro squatted down, holding up a boulder taller than himself.
"583, 584…"
The revolutionary army's large ship sailed away from the village that night.
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