I the King of bandits of the East Sea

At the dojo entrance.

Sig's expression was serious, his facial features hard and stern. Behind him stood a group of menacing-looking bandits, their fierce demeanor giving the impression that they were here to cause trouble.

However, with a closer look, the scene quickly took an unexpected turn.

For example, there were the weapons strapped to Sig's waist.

A long sword and a small folding knife seemed normal enough. But then… there was a spiked club.

And if a spiked club wasn't strange enough, there was also… a chainsaw?

Someone had actually strapped a chainsaw to their waist and brought it to visit a dojo?

This didn't look like someone here to challenge the dojo. It seemed more like someone coming to demolish the place—or maybe sell miscellaneous goods.

...

Inside the dojo, Sig sat across from Koshiro and the others, pretending as if nothing had happened, leisurely chatting and drinking tea.

Koshiro, ever composed, quickly regained his calm. Without commenting on the odd situation, he restored his characteristic squinting smile and engaged Sig in conversation.

However, the two children sitting nearby couldn't conceal their expressions.

Kuina was better off. Being a bit older and more mature than Zoro, she only showed a faintly disillusioned look.

After all, she had never heard of a swordsman who carried both a spiked club and a chainsaw.

Zoro, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded.

His gaze shifted back and forth—first to the two wooden swords in his arms, then to the assortment of weapons Sig had casually placed on the floor.

He prided himself on being a two-sword style swordsman and even entertained the idea of holding a third sword in his mouth.

But this was the first time Zoro had ever seen someone whose collection of swords and weapons outnumbered his own.

Not just the quantity—the sheer variety and quality of the weapons were worlds apart.

"Are you really a swordsman? Why do you have a chainsaw?"

Zoro couldn't help but jump in with the question.

"Zoro, don't be rude," Koshiro gently reprimanded.

Zoro's interruption, however, drew Sig's attention to his so-called "justice outfit."

Noticing the expressions on Zoro and the others, Sig belatedly realized something.

He'd been so focused on a sense of security earlier that he hadn't considered how ridiculous he looked.

With so many things strapped to his waist—especially the conspicuous chainsaw—it did indeed seem bizarre.

Sig's expression shifted slightly. He suddenly recalled the strange looks he'd gotten from villagers earlier when he had confidently walked out of the village in his gear.

At the time, he hadn't thought much of it and even asked Baldy why the villagers were staring.

"Boss, they're awestruck by your heroic and commanding presence," Baldy had replied.

Sig took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to the bandits behind him, only to find that they showed no sign of thinking anything was amiss.

"Wait, wait—do none of these guys think my outfit is weird?"

"Are they genuinely convinced that I look heroic and commanding in this so-called justice outfit?"

Sig was stunned.

There was no saving these subordinates.

"From now on, I should distribute this 'justice gear' among my men and let them share in the glory."

"Isn't it normal for someone as strong as me to have a subordinate whose job is to carry my swords?"

"Even if what they're carrying happens to include a chainsaw…"

While these thoughts raced through his mind, Sig's expression remained completely composed.

With his current level of acting, there was no way Zoro's comment would throw him off balance.

Still, Sig couldn't help but feel a bit troubled.

Maintaining his image as a "swordsmanship expert" was critical. If he wanted to use Koshiro and Zoro as experience to level up, his reputation as a sword master couldn't collapse.

Which meant the next part of his performance would go something like this:

"Even though I use a spiked club and a chainsaw, I am still a master swordsman."

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Sig prepared to begin his act.

"I'm obviously a swordsman," Sig replied calmly.

His gaze fell on the two wooden swords Zoro held in his arms.

"It's just that I have a few more swords than others. That's merely a difference between swordsmanship styles."

Zoro froze for a moment, then grew even more frustrated. Pointing at the pile of "justice equipment" Sig had placed on the ground, he yelled:

"These aren't even swords!

Take this, for example—it's clearly a spiked mace..."

"A spiked sword!" Sig interrupted.

Zoro choked on his words and unwillingly pointed at another item.

"Then this chainsaw..."

"A chainsaw sword!" Sig cut him off again.

"You..." Zoro was so flustered that he couldn't form words, his little face turning bright red.

"Ahem."

Koshiro coughed lightly and smiled kindly, trying to ease the situation.

"Sig's swordsmanship style and unusual techniques are certainly rare. It's been an eye-opening experience."

Sig's eyes lit up immediately, and he seized the opportunity to climb the ladder Koshiro had kindly placed for him. With a profound sigh, he said:

"Indeed, swordsmen like me, who constantly break through barriers and adapt to the times, are far too rare."

"The times have changed."

"Many swordsmen cling to outdated traditions, indulging in swordsmanship passed down from their predecessors. They lack the spirit of innovation and progress."

"In my view, the chainsaw... sword is no less effective than a conventional blade. If you don't believe me, we can test it out."

Sig casually picked up the chainsaw in his hand and flicked the switch. His gaze shifted to the Wado Ichimonji in Kuina's hands, and he said softly:

"Wado Ichimonji, a blade ranked among the 21 Great Grade Swords. It's undoubtedly a renowned sword, admired even on a global scale."

"But I wonder, is this Great Grade Sword faster, or is my chainsaw sword faster?"

The chainsaw in Sig's hands began to buzz noisily, the blade spinning at high speed.

For a moment, no one said a word. The only sound in the room was the hum of the chainsaw.

Kuina's eyes widened, and she instinctively clutched the Wado Ichimonji tighter, standing frozen in place.

The perpetually smiling Koshiro's expression stiffened, his usual calm demeanor disrupted. He desperately wished he could take back the words he had just said.

Sig had actually set his sights on the Wado Ichimonji—and planned to challenge it with a chainsaw!

Even with his impeccable self-control, Koshiro's face paled. For once, he was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Sig, holding the chainsaw, felt a twinge of embarrassment.

Originally, he only wanted to maintain the persona of a swordsmanship expert. But now, it seemed like things had spiraled out of control, and he had even blurted out his earlier wild thoughts...

"This doesn't feel right! Did I drink alcohol just now? Why am I so worked up?"

"I only had Koshiro's tea... Could it be that he secretly spiked it with alcohol?"

Sig felt awkward and quickly moved to turn off the chainsaw.

But suddenly, his movements slowed.

A strange sensation began to well up in his heart.

There's an old saying: Weapons are an extension of one's arms.

When Sig acquired the Justice Card and used his sword to slice the Sea King, he had experienced a similar feeling.

It was as if the sword had become part of his body—an extension he could wield effortlessly without any obstruction.

Now, holding the chainsaw, Sig felt that same sensation again.

The barrier between himself and the chainsaw seemed to vanish entirely as if they were the same.

At this moment, Sig was the chainsaw, and the chainsaw was Sig.

He had unknowingly reached the state of ultimate unity: Man and Chainsaw as One!

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