Vir felt like he was reaching his limit as the heat in the forging room became unbearable. Despite the intense heat, the old man before him, Iron One, showed only a slight sheen of sweat on his bare torso, otherwise unfazed.
This heat tolerance alone made Vir admire Iron One. It was clear why he was considered a master smith.
Vir decided not to stay in the forging room any longer and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. However, he was immediately stopped by Ferdinand, who seemed hesitant, as if he had something to say but couldn’t find the words.
Growing impatient, Vir told Ferdinand to speak up or he would leave. Embarrassed, Ferdinand finally voiced his request.
It turned out that the girl named Little Six was also a swordsman, but her skills remained average due to the lack of a mentor. Because of certain traditions, members of the Iron Clan under nineteen were not allowed to leave the island. Moreover, there were no skilled swordsmen on the island to teach her. Ferdinand wanted Vir to help instruct Little Six in swordsmanship.
Vir looked at Ferdinand with a bit of exasperation.
“Is that all? You could’ve just asked straight away. Let’s see what your little sweetheart is capable of,” Vir said, motioning for Ferdinand to lead the way.
Ferdinand was surprised that Vir agreed so easily. He had expected a great swordsman to be secretive about their techniques, but Vir was different. Pleased, he led Vir to the Iron Clan’s training grounds.
On the way, Ferdinand couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked why Vir agreed so readily.
“Huh? Teaching some swordsmanship isn’t a big deal. I’m not taking her on as a disciple; I’m just showing her how to practice. It’s no big deal. Besides, you’ve helped me out a lot this time,” Vir explained.
They arrived at the training grounds, a spacious and large room. Little Six was already there, looking a bit apprehensive but eager to learn from Vir.
“Show me your basics. Attack me with your sword, using all your strength,” Vir instructed, indicating for Little Six to strike at his chest.
Though hesitant, Little Six gathered her resolve and swung her sword at Vir’s chest with all her might.
Vir wasn’t foolish enough to take the hit directly. He covered his chest with Armament Haki to gauge her skill. There was no better way to understand her level than by experiencing it firsthand.
With a sharp clang, the sword struck Vir’s chest.
Vir’s first thought was that it was a good sword, probably of the grade of a fine sword. The craftsmanship of the Iron Clan was evident.
As for Little Six’s swordsmanship, it was honestly quite weak, far from the ability to cut iron.
Understanding her level, Vir decided not to teach her anything too advanced and instead sat down.
“Your swordsmanship isn’t bad considering you had no one to teach you, but you have a long way to go if you want to become a top-tier swordsman.
I won’t ask why you want to be a swordsman. What I want to know is if you can feel your sword, the sensation of it cutting through things,” Vir said.
Little Six shook her head, making Vir sigh. He regretted agreeing to Ferdinand’s request because it required more effort than he had anticipated.
However, once Vir made a promise, he would see it through. That was his principle. So, in the training grounds, he began teaching Little Six how to feel her sword and the path he had taken.
He especially advised Little Six against mimicking others’ swordsmanship. Learning from others was fine, but imitation was foolish.
Seeing Vir earnestly teaching Little Six, Ferdinand felt a complex mix of emotions. Though he knew nothing of swordsmanship, he could tell from Little Six’s focused expression and joyful face that Vir was teaching her valuable lessons.
Ferdinand sighed and sat down on the ground, deep in thought.
Thus, during the day, Vir spent his time teaching Little Six swordsmanship. When not training himself, he wandered around the island.
One morning, as Vir was having breakfast on the ship, he noticed the rabbit hurriedly finishing its meal before going back to study its beloved medical books.
After breakfast, not knowing what to do, Vir decided to check on the rabbit’s progress in medicine. He went to the cabin.
Upon entering, Vir was shocked by what he saw.
The rabbit was performing a procedure on an octopus, making an incision with a small knife. What happened next astonished Vir.
The rabbit, sitting on the floor, extended its fur-covered paws. This time, the fur that grew wasn’t the usual light yellow but was incredibly fine and almost transparent. And it wasn’t just a few strands—there were hundreds, possibly thousands.
The fine fur threads moved towards the octopus’s wound and slowly entered it. The rabbit closed its eyes, its expression serious.
After about ten minutes, the threads withdrew from the wound, which miraculously began to heal. In the end, only a thin scar remained.
The rabbit, exhausted, slumped on the floor, its large ears drooping.
Vir hadn’t expected the rabbit to develop such an extraordinary ability. This kind of healing capability was incredible.
Vir had once mentioned Doflamingo’s ability to use threads to suture internal organs, but the rabbit’s skill far surpassed that.
“Not bad, rabbit. You’ve developed a very practical ability,” Vir praised, helping the tired rabbit to bed.
The ability seemed to drain both mental and physical energy, leaving the rabbit too weak to stand.
The rabbit didn’t write any notes but gave Vir a big smile, showing its front teeth, and made a peace sign.
Vir patted the rabbit’s head, telling it to rest well, and picked up the octopus to examine the wound.
The wound had nearly healed, indicating the rabbit used its incredibly fine fur threads to stitch muscles and nerves. Vir had underestimated the number of threads—there were likely thousands.
The precision and control required for such an intricate task confirmed it: the rabbit was a genius.
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