novelonline Chapter 2858 Shiki: I've got my eye on that brat!
Chapter 2858 Shiki: I've got my eye on that brat!
Chapter 2858 Shiki: I've got my eye on that brat!
"Shh!"
Yomizukahara's figure had just rushed to the door of the reception room.
I hadn't even had a chance to see the inside of the house clearly.
Shiki then gave him a fleeting, chilling glance.
But it was just that one glance!
Yomizukahara felt a 'boom' in his mind.
It was as if there was a colossal sword capable of splitting the heavens and earth.
It hovered above one's own soul for a moment.
His body, which had been moving at high speed, came to an abrupt stop without warning, freezing abruptly at the threshold of the reception room.
I felt a bone-chilling cold shoot straight up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
Yomizukahara felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his blood was about to freeze, and he could hardly move even a finger.
Anxiety and fear surged into my heart like a tidal wave.
This moment.
Yomizukahara had a misconception—
I felt like a weak prey, naked and exposed to the gaze of a golden lion.
The moment the other party has a single thought, they will be torn to shreds!
In an instant.
The entire reception room fell into a deathly silence.
Only the heavy, labored breathing of Yomizukahara could be heard.
Until Shiki's question, tinged with a hint of languor and arrogance, rang in his ears:
"You're the vice-leader of the Imperial Sword Sect, the so-called god and sword saint?"
Shiki slightly raised his chin, looking down at Yomizukahara who was frozen in place, a smirk and mockery curling at the corner of his mouth.
"It doesn't seem like much, really."
Although the words were harsh, the sword intent and aura locked onto Yomizukahara vanished without a trace.
"call----"
Yomizukahara felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees.
Only then did I realize that my forehead and back were completely soaked with cold sweat.
The jet-black hair lay flat against the scalp.
He struggled to lift his head and looked at Shiki, who was floating in the air, his eyes filled with undisguised awe.
"Is this the legendary Sword Saint?"
Yomizukahara murmured inwardly, trembling.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging blood in his body.
He immediately mustered all his strength and courage and straightened his back.
He bowed respectfully to Shiki in the air.
"I am indeed the Grandmaster of Mitsuki, Yomi Tsukahara."
Currently, Saint Mihawk is managing the daily affairs of this temple.
Yomizukahara's voice was dry and could not be completely concealed.
But overall, he was neither humble nor arrogant.
"It is an honor to meet the legendary 'Sky Sword Saint' here."
"May I ask what brings you here today?"
Please explain.
Shiki looked down at him with disdain.
Seeing that the other party could calm down so quickly and maintain a proper attitude despite being under his pressure, the contempt in his eyes lessened slightly.
"Hmph, you do have some guts."
Shiki exhaled a thick puff of cigar smoke, his wild golden hair moving on its own without wind.
He spoke lazily in a hoarse and domineering voice: "Let me ask you, in this Mitsu-sai, isn't there a green-haired brat named Roronoa Zoro?"
"Tell him to come see me right now!"
Upon hearing this name, Yomizukahara paused slightly.
Of course he knows Zoro.
Not only is he exceptionally talented, but he is also very hardworking and has a close relationship with his granddaughter, Princess Yami.
However, Yomizukahara was puzzled. Shiki, a sword saint who stood at the pinnacle of starfish swordsmanship, was high above everyone else.
Why would someone suddenly come looking for an eight-year-old swordsmanship apprentice?
Unbeknownst to him, as early as last year, Shiki had seen the 'Fate Image' that Im played in the Void Palace, revealing the original timeline trajectory.
The video portrays Zoro's fierce three-sword style and his relentless ambition, even to the death.
It deeply attracted this unruly golden lion.
Shiki immediately had the idea of taking on a disciple.
However, he has been busy responding to Im's 'Trailblazers Project' during this period.
They are working diligently to assemble their own space expedition fleet.
This led to the matter being temporarily shelved.
Now that he finally had some free time, he went straight to Mitsuki-sai to find Zoro.
Although I have great awe for Shiki.
However, out of a sense of responsibility as the master of the Imperial Swordsman.
Despite her hesitation, Yomizukahara cautiously inquired, "Zoro is indeed one of our apprentices."
"However, forgive my intrusion, but may I ask why Your Excellency the Heavenly Sword Saint is looking for this child?"
"Ok?"
Shiki raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, and snorted coldly, "I've taken a liking to that brat and I'm going to take him as my disciple!"
"Why do I need to report to you?"
Upon hearing this, Yomi Tsukahara suddenly understood.
Then I was genuinely happy for Zoro.
To be chosen as a disciple by a sword saint
This was an incredible blessing for him, a blessing he had earned over several lifetimes.
He dared not delay and quickly told the truth: "I see, that's truly the child's honor!"
"However, the Sky Sword Saint's arrival was really untimely; he is not currently in the hall."
"He went to the Duel City venue with my granddaughter, Yomi-hime, to watch the 'Top 100 Tournament'."
"what?"
Upon hearing this, Shiki's displeasure deepened, and he impatiently chewed on his cigar, complaining, "Tch, what's a little brat doing running around like this!"
"I made a wasted trip, what a waste of time!"
Having said that, he immediately turned around, preparing to fly away from the reception room and head to the City of Duels.
[Step, step, step]
Just then.
A series of steady, powerful footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Shiki paused, his gaze following the sound.
A person wearing a black kimono and a cross necklace was seen.
A stern-looking man carrying a black knife walked calmly into the reception room.
Those sharp, eagle-like eyes, gleaming with a pale golden light, stared unwaveringly at Shiki in mid-air.
"Roronoa Zoro is the disciple I chose long ago."
Mihawk's voice was like ice colliding, cold and resolute, echoing in the empty hall.
"Even if it's you, I won't give him to you."
Mihawk has also been reading the One Piece manga from Gintama Star these days.
When he saw the blood and sweat Zoro had shed to surpass him in the manga, and the fateful bond between the two of them as both rivals and mentors, he had already made his decision.
The original plan was to formally take Zoro as a disciple and teach him after he returned from watching the match.
Unexpectedly, Shiki, this uninvited guest, came knocking on their door and even tried to snatch them away halfway.
But Mihawk showed no fear.
Leaving aside his own desire for the pinnacle of swordsmanship and his pride.
His noble status as a 'Celestial Dragon' alone means that he doesn't need to bow down to anyone except Lord Im.
The person on the other side heard this blunt declaration.
Shiki's face immediately darkened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.
But he did not react immediately.
Through the 'Image of Fate', he knew that Mihawk was indeed Zoro's master in the 'original timeline'.
What's more, the other party is a Celestial Dragon!
This made Shiki take a deep breath and suppress his raging temper.
"Whether it's swordsmanship style or skill level, I'm more suitable to be that brat's master than you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shiki used the same trick again, deliberately controlling his movements, and released the pressure that belonged to the 'Sword Saint'.
An attempt to give Mihawk a warning that would make him back down.