The dark muzzle was oppressive; the cold wind blew, and the withered yellow leaves fell down and sprinkled in the center of the dojo. It was inexplicably quiet.
Yarlin held the Wado Ichimonji horizontally, and the blade pierced into the wooden stake inch by inch, and slowly came out of the body. The broken wood fell on Zoro's forehead.
Yarlin held the hilt in his hand, and his eyes were full of thought-provoking luster. He looked at Koshiro and said: "To be able to teach such a brave and fierce swordsman, you must also be able to temper a batch of swords for me."
Koshiro was silent.
Yarlin shrugged his shoulders and slowly stepped back. He gently released the hilt, and the Wado Ichimonji was quietly inserted into the wooden stake. He calmly stared at Koshiro, waiting for the other party's answer.
Koshiro gently pushed the frame of his glasses, and his hair tied with a rope was slightly lifted by the wind. He looked deeply at Yarlin and said: "I will do my best."
"Very good! In a few days, I will select a batch of Marines and send them to the Dojo. I will trouble the Dojo Master to train and polish them. I will not disturb you today. " Yarlin turned around and walked out of the dojo without hesitation. The Marines behind him quickly put away their guns and neatly followed behind him.
"Name!" A hoarse and dry voice came from the ground. Zoro struggled to get up from the ground, holding the hilt of the Wado Ichimonji with one hand, and leaning on the wooden stake trembling, he said word by word: "Marine, your name!"
At the door of the dojo, Yarlin's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he gradually went away without looking back. Only a soft name floated into Zoro's ears with the wind, and it seemed to reverberate over the dojo, and did not dissipate for a long time.
"Yarlin!"
Roronoa Zoro remembered the name in his heart.
Some of the students in the dojo seemed to have lost their strength at this moment. One by one they knelt on the ground. There was still some fear in their eyes. Some of them showed an inexplicable yearning. They suddenly had the idea of joining the Marine.
"Marine Ensign Yarlin, there is another great hero in the East China Sea …" Koshiro looked at the messy dojo and had a premonition in his heart that he would hear this name again in the near future. Perhaps not only him but the entire East China Sea will soon resound with this name.
Koshiro sighed. He walked towards Zoro, gently stroked his head, brushed the sawdust on his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Failure is the best training, it will tell you where the mountain is ahead!"
Zoro stood up with tears in his eyes. He used the last of his strength to pull out the sword, wiped the blood on it, and put it back into the scabbard inch by inch.
"Recuperate and leave, this sea is very big." Koshiro finally solemnly said to Zoro: "The Marine is not a swordsman, so there is no need to challenge him again, but Zoro, you will not be obedient. Then remember, before you are strong enough, don't make the same impulsive mistake as today!"
"Put the sword in the scabbard, endure, sharpen, this is also part of the sword!"
"I know!" Zoro clenched the sword tightly and walked towards the house.
Koshiro looked at the group of disciples in a trance and did not say much. He understood that today's scene also brought them a huge impact and would profoundly affect their future.
The Great Age of Pirates was cruel. People born in this era were eager to be strong and pursue the steps of the strong. Although Koshiro did not like the Marine, he could not deny that Lieutenant Yarlin exuded the posture and aura of the strong.
The wind on the sea was as violent as ever, and the reflection of the warship formed a huge darkness on the sea. Yarlin stood at the bow of the ship, and Gagou carefully helped him wrap the bandage. The scarlet blood dyed the bandage red. Yarlin's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were more fierce and frightening: "This Dojo Master is not a simple person."
"Huh?" Gagou was stunned. He did not realize that the smiling Dojo Master was not simple, but the fierceness of the swordsman named Roronoa Zoro surprised him a little. Fortunately, the other party was defeated by Yarlin in the end.
However, since Yarlin said that the other party was not simple, Gagou absolutely believed in Yarlin's judgment. He immediately asked: "Do you want to send someone to watch?"
"Oh, no, I can't watch him." Yarlin sneered: "Go back and take 50 Marines from the branch and send them to the Dojo, let the Dojo Master help us to temper them."
While talking, the warship slowly left the dock and soon disappeared from the edge of the coast.
"Back to the branch?" Gagou asked.
"Don't worry, we have to give our Lieutenant Berroumebé more time to ferment." Yarlin waved his hand and beckoned to Kaba, who had been frightened from the beginning. He could not see through the Lieutenant, but he felt that the other party brought his senses more and more awe-inspiring.
"Don't be nervous, I won't punish you again for the mistakes you have already been punished for." Yarlin's retina showed a countdown. He often glanced at it from time to time. Then he looked at Kaba and said: "You lead the ship, let's go to Colorful Rock Island."
… … ….
Four days later.
Navy Branch 153.
In a cold and dark interrogation room, Tanner, who was wearing an officer's uniform, was chained to an iron chair. His forehead and eyebrows were covered with blood. The military uniform on his body had long been dyed red by blood and then solidified into black mottled spots. It looked unusually scary and exuded a strange stench.
"Say, why did you choose Yarlin to be my follower? Was all of this planned beforehand? " Berroumebé's expression was gloomy. Since he was convinced that everything was carefully planned by Yarlin, Berroumebé's whole person seemed to be broken. His whole body was exuding a gloomy and cold aura.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Lieutenant Berroumebé." Tanner spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. His throat seemed to be smoking. His voice was very hoarse.
"Still reluctant to admit it!" Bellu Maybo grabbed Donner's bruised hand and placed it on the table. He pulled out a small knife from his bosom and placed it on Donner's little finger. He said fiercely, "He was just a recruit at the time. How did he manage to manipulate all of this? And who were the members of the organization behind those masks? "
"Say it, and I will forgive you. Otherwise …" The more Berroumebé interrogated, the more gloomy his heart became. There were too many doubts. What made him even more disappointed was that under all kinds of torture, none of the arrested officers spoke. What exactly did Yarlin do to make these officers not even afraid of death?
"I don't understand what you are talking about, Lieutenant Berroumebé. Lieutenant Yarlin saved your life. How can you suspect him …"
Kacha!
Tanner's little finger was cut off. His voice came to an abrupt stop and was replaced by a mournful scream … …
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