One piece: voyager

Around nine o'clock in the evening.

Momonga came to No. 4 Harbor.

The three Naval Headquarters Vice Admiral, Momousagi, Tokikake and Doberman, appeared on the courtyard wall not far away under the night.

Momousagi glanced at the arena.

Although it is night, there are still lights in Marineford and it was a well lit area.

On the No. 4 harbor where there are pits everywhere, a black-haired boy stood there calmly holding a sword about the same height as him.

"So that kid is Blaze."

Momousagi looked at the black-haired boy with interest.

Last time she met Hina, that girl spoke about the little brother all the time.

What kind of child can make the proud and confident Hina care so much about after just spending half a day with him.

Momousagi was very interested.

Tokikake, who had sobered up saw Momousagi beside him staring at the black-haired kid intently.

"Is that the intern kid? It doesn't seem to be a big deal."

"Stop talking and watch it quietly."

When Momousagi replied, Tokikake shut up immediately.

On the No. 4 harbor.

As Momonga slowly approached, Blaze's eyes opened in an instant, his black hair blew without wind and a powerful sword intent was released from him.

"Can you wound me today?"

Momonga slowly pulled out his sword and as he pulled the sword out of its sheath, a huge sword intent instantly suppressed Blaze's sword intent and completely pressed it back.

Before each competition, Momonga would take the trouble to suppress Blaze's sword intent, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"let's start."

Momonga raised his sword and pointed it at Blaze.

Blaze stared at him without saying a word.

He stepped on his foot, holding Raikiri in his right hand and rushed towards Momonga.

When he came near him, he slashed with his Raikiri just like chopping wood, without any skill at all.

Momonga raised his sword.

Clang!

The blades collided and made a clear sound.

Blaze was blocked with one blow so he immediately cut out the second blow.

Both the action and the slash were extremely rough and simple.

It was easily blocked by Momonga.

All of a sudden, the smashing sound of the swords in the No. 4 Harbor continued.

Keng!

Keng!

Keng!

"Extremely rough and full of flaws, does this guy really know how to use swordsmanship?"

Tokikake looked back and really couldn't stand it.

"Momonga too, why is he fooling around with this kind of little guy."

His gaze crossed Doberman who was between him and Momousagi and secretly looked toward her who was still looking at the No. 4 Harbor.

The side face is perfect, the soft skin , the bridge of the nose is high and the lips are smooth, so beautiful...

If only she could be his wife.

He have failed after confessing to her sixty-three times. If he confess now, it should be sixty-fourth time?

Will it succeed this time?

Just as Tokikake was looking at Momousagi and thinking about the 64th confession in his mind, Doberman suddenly leaned forward, blocking his vision.

Tokikake was a little annoyed.

"Hey Doberman, what the hell are you doing? Let me... Hey, what are you looking at? Why are you so surprised?"

Tokikake leaned forward and looked at the shocked Doberman on the side of No. 4 Harbor. He was puzzled and couldn't help but follow his gaze.

After seeing the ten-meter-long cut mark in front of Momonga who was holding his sword in front of him to defend against it and at the end of the cut mark, Blaze who was holding Raikiri in both hands, panting, Tokikake's eyes couldn't help but Shrink.

"In the end what happened?!"

"That was... Steel cutting realm's slash."

Doberman's voice was trembling at this moment.

Tokikake's eyes gradually widened.

Momousagi stared at the black-haired boy holding sword in both hands not far away, shocked.

She saw it clearly just now.

That slash was undoubtedly a steel cutting-level slash!

Otherwise, it would not be possible to force Momonga to slide back a few meters, nor to leave such cut marks on the hard harbor ground.

The 11-year-old... in that realm.

If Momousagi hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never even think about it.

Is this why Hina valued him?

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Blaze tried his best to regulate his breath, his short gasps finally calmed down.

He slowly released his left hand holding the sword handle, only to find that both of his hands were shaking.

Not muscle fatigue, but excitement.

"How does it feel to let it all out?"

Momonga not far away looked at him with a complicated expression and asked.

Blaze looked at the trembling palm of his left hand, recalling how he felt when he slashed.

"Good, very good, it seems that all the things that have been suppressed in the heart have burst out all at once and it feels like the blow just now can cut anything, no matter what..."

"Remember that feeling, that is the realm of steel cutting."

Momonga took the sword back into its sheath but Blaze was taken aback by the words he said.

"...Eh?"

"Huh what?" Momonga lit a cigarette. "Whether it is sword power, sword intent or steel cutting, in the final analysis, this so-called swordsman realm is just a feeling of sword."

"The realm of swordsman's steel cutting is to have strong courage and will, even if I hold a wooden stick in my hand, as long as I want to cut, even steel can be cut. This is the spirit of a swordsman! people of the sea who can reach this realm are called swordsmen."

"Of course, it is by no means a simple matter for a swordsman to reach this state. It requires a long time of tempering and extremely high talent."

Momonga spit out smoke rings.