That faint green glow was none other than Asuka Island's legendary demonic sword—the Cursed Holy Sword!
The Cursed Holy Sword arced through the air, flying straight towards Ain.
However, unlike before, the Cursed Holy Sword now seemed like a flickering candle, its faint green glow incredibly weak.
Ain's reaction was swift.
After all, she had continuously improved through battle.
Armament Haki coiled around Ain's arm as she tried to stop the Cursed Holy Sword.
But upon contact, Ain felt a voice echo in her mind.
"Do you desire immense power? If so, accept me! I will grant you the power to rule the world!"
The Cursed Holy Sword's voice echoed in Ain's mind.
As if trying to hypnotize and tempt Ain.
But!
She was a swordsman!
A swordsman forges their path with their blade!
There are no shortcuts!
At that moment, a familiar, domineering presence flooded Ain's mind.
Snapping Ain out of her daze.
Slowly opening her eyes, Ain found herself in Ryuya's arms.
The Cursed Holy Sword lay shattered beside them, its pieces scattered on the ground.
Demons and world domination.
Now, it was merely dust, fading with time.
Holding Ain in his arms, Ryuya said, "Ain, you did great. You resisted the Cursed Holy Sword's temptation. Your resolve has strengthened."
Ryuya looked into Ain's eyes, then patted her shoulder, "I believe you'll go far in the path of the sword."
Hearing Ryuya's words,
Ain nodded vigorously in Ryuya's arms, "Ryuya-sama, in this life, I will become the sharpest sword in your hand!"
Her eyes were full of admiration.
At that moment, atop the mountain, under the full moon, beside the sea, Ain spoke to Ryuya.
After embracing for a while, they returned to the village.
Many villagers sat around the bonfire, their hearts heavy.
The legend of the Cursed Holy Sword had been passed down for a thousand years.
In their imagination, the Cursed Holy Sword's power was legendary.
If the Cursed Holy Sword ran rampant, their island would be the first to suffer.
"Old Man, do you think Admiral White Dove can seal the Cursed Holy Sword?"
"I don't know."
"Old Man, will Admiral White Dove protect us?"
"I don't know."
"Old Man, Admiral White Dove…"
This time, before the child could finish,
the Old Woman stood up.
She leaned on her cane, looking ahead in disbelief.
Even her wrinkled face showed the sharpness in her eyes.
"Is that… is that White Dove?"
As the old woman spoke, a chain reaction occurred. The villagers stood up.
They looked at White Dove, clad in his justice cloak, their bodies trembling.
"Whi, White Dove, this…"
The old woman's lips trembled. She walked towards Ryuya,
helped by a child beside her.
Otherwise, she might have fallen.
"White Dove, what about Saga?"
"Saga killed the Rear Admiral, so I killed him."
"And the Cursed Holy Sword?"
"The Cursed Holy Sword's power is completely depleted. It shattered into pieces, which I turned to dust and scattered into the sea."
Hearing Ryuya's words, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, they realized.
"You defeated the Cursed Holy Sword?!"
"Is this Admiral White Dove's strength?"
"This is terrifying! He shattered the legend!"
...
They had thought White Dove might defeat Saga, who was controlled by the Cursed Holy Sword.
But they never imagined the difference would be so vast.
White Dove truly defeated the legendary Cursed Holy Sword.
And even reduced it to dust?
Unlike the villagers' shock, the women who had been with Ryuya felt no surprise.
In their hearts, Ryuya was invincible.
He was their pillar of support.
"Alright, today should be a happy day. Let's treat this as a minor incident and enjoy the bonfire festival!"
The bonfire festival lasted until dawn.
The villagers seemed to have let go.
Nothing was more joyful than escaping from the nightmare of legend.
Ryuya and the others left the island on their Admiral-class warship.
Comfortable sunshine.
Gentle sea breeze.
Compared to the unpredictable weather of the Grand Line,
the Four Blues had a much more pleasant climate.
They had been out for two months. During those two months,
Ryuya had truly indulged in leisure.
Aside from the occasional encounter with small-time pirates, there was nothing much to do.
Holding a fishing rod, Ryuya fished on the sailing warship.
Kaya sat beside Ryuya, "Ryuya, will we really catch any fish?"
"It's called 'willingness to take the bait.' Maybe some fish will be foolish enough to bite,"
Ryuya, wearing sunglasses, lay on a sun lounger, speaking to Kaya.
He looked incredibly comfortable.
"Ryuya, don't we have any purpose?"
"It's just a casual trip. A vacation to hone our skills. What's wrong, Kaya?"
"Can we visit Syrup Village? I miss home."
Ryuya understood Kaya's meaning.
She was worried about her parents.
She had mentioned that their chest wounds had almost healed when she left.
But being away from home still caused some worry.
Thinking this, Ryuya didn't hesitate, "Then let's go to Syrup Village!"
As Ryuya finished speaking, the hundred illusions on the warship moved in unison.
The warship turned, heading towards Syrup Village in the East Blue.
Meanwhile, in the East Blue,
a ship sailed across the sea, its flag bearing a symbol of an eye with three scars…
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