When I woke up, I held a curled iron knife in my hand.
There were people running for their lives all around.
Overhead were the torrential rains of the Chambord Islands.
The Draco people are laughing, CP0 is killing people, and the supernovas are killing each other.
And I am only worthy of cutting the rain.
Until a voice sounded in my head——
[The Sword Master System has been activated.
[Current environment: Heavy rain LV.3. Mission: Swing a knife 100,000 times in the rain.
[Success reward: "Nuts into detail".
[Failure: Permanently disqualified from holding a sword.
One hundred thousand times?
Five hours?
OK.
I raised the knife and pointed it at the sky.
Then with one knife after another, the rain turned into mist.
A ray of light opened up the crack in fate.
Later I went to 10,000 meters under the sea.
I learned to breathe with the current before the water pressure crushed my bones.
After water pressure crushed bones, I learned to make the knife go faster than the water pressure.
I picked up a black knife. The knife was covered with blood and unfinished words that someone had not swallowed.
Someone is after this knife to kill me.
I cut them all down.
The big guys in the New World said I was crazy.
My bounty notice was posted on the Yonko's ship, with zeros added one after another after the bounty.
Kizaru's light was cut off by me. Blackbeard's dark water was split by me.
They asked me: What do you want to cut with your knife?
I looked down at the shiny shell in my palm.
The little girl who was as thin as a handful of bones said——
"My brother said that shells can keep you safe."
I clutched the shell, raised my head, and told them with a smile:
Cutting out one person can make all those who dare not draw the sword dare to raise the sword in the world.
The Great Line has no shortage of heroes.
What is missing is a madman who will not stop swinging his knife a hundred thousand times in the rainstorm.
