"You're right." Hawkeye said, "If you continue to fight, your ship will fall apart. You are a fruit power user, and it will be very troublesome if you hit the sea water."
"That's not what I care about." Annan asked doubtfully, "Who do you think is not a pure swordsman?"
"You." Hawkeye said, "You have eaten the Devil Fruit. Not only me, but in the eyes of all swordsmen, you are no longer a pure swordsman."
The reason why so many people are convinced that Hawkeye is called the world's greatest swordsman is, firstly, because his swordsmanship is indeed the best in the world, and secondly, because he only has swordsmanship, pure swordsmanship.
"Although you are very talented in swordsmanship, once you have the fruit ability, you can't help but use it in battle. It's like you just used your ability to respond to my slashes instead of swordsmanship." Eagle Eye pointed.
The flames still burning in the air said.
"..."
Annan was silent for a moment and then said: "Then it's okay if I don't use the fruit ability."
"Every great swordsman I know who has the fruit ability, they finally gave up their swordsmanship and turned to develop the fruit ability." Hawkeye said seriously, "Like the three generals of your navy, and the Golden Lion Shiji
, so I don’t have to compete with someone who is destined to give up swordsmanship in the future.”
"It's a bit hurtful when you talk like this, Mihawk." Annan squatted slightly, Muramasa held the scabbard on his left waist, and said quietly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling atmosphere suddenly filled the air on the deck.
"Why, are you a little frustrated?" Eagle Eye smiled slightly, looking at Annan with sharp eyes like a falcon, and raised his right hand to rest on the handle of the knife behind his back.
"I denied my identity as a swordsman that I have always been proud of, just because I ate a devil fruit."
"Of course...no."
Annan changed the topic, showed a smile to Hawkeye, and then...instantly drew out the knife!
Stupid!
Hawkeye pulled out the black knife almost at the same time, and two invisible slashes passed by each other, and the sharp slashes seemed to cut the air into pieces.
clang!
The two figures collided together, and the big black knife held Muramasa. Mihawk, Hawkeye, was unscathed, but a bloody streak appeared on Annan's chest.
"Crack!"
There were cracks on Muramasa's blade.
"Young Marine, tell me your name..." Hawkeye said.
"August Annan."
"You need to get your sword repaired."
Hawkeye smiled. This trip to the East China Sea was originally just an entrustment. Unexpectedly, he met two interesting young swordsmen, one named Roronoa Zoro, and the navy in front of him...
"If a swordsman doesn't have a good sword, it will affect his own strength. Of course, in fact, I don't care if you are a pure swordsman. When you have pure swordsmanship, come to me again. I will be there
Waiting for you on the throne."
After saying that, Eagle Eye flashed and jumped onto his boat. Sitting on the boat, the boat immediately started to move.
Annan put down the knife in his hand and looked down at the scar on his chest. The wound was not deep, so he obviously had to deal with it.
"The gap is a bit big..."
A strong enough swordsman can tell the gap between the opponent and himself at a glance. Just after the duel, Hawkeye obviously lost his strength in the end.
"We still have to practice." Annan sighed.
I have no clue about repairing Muramasa, so I can only put it aside for now. As for pure swordsmanship...
"Is swordsmanship that does not use fruit abilities pure swordsmanship?"