Chapter 782 Staff Dormitory
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"it's your turn!"
Zoro looked at Mihawk sharply.
"Da da da!"
The crowd automatically made way for Mihawk, who slowly walked onto the ring.
"Master Mihawk! How can I let you do this in person? Please leave this to me!"
Kikunosuke urged hastily.
"It doesn't matter. I'm just sitting down there doing nothing anyway."
Mihawk waved his hand, then looked at Zoro and asked.
"Pathetic weakling. You are an excellent swordsman, so you should be able to see the huge gap between you and me. What made you make such a choice that is tantamount to suicide even though you can see it clearly? Is it ignorance? Or is it arrogance?"
"Neither! It's just for my dream and the promise I made to my best friend!"
Zoro's tone was serious, his eyes firm.
"Is that so? Come on then! I accept your challenge!"
Mihawk said as he took off the knife hanging around his neck.
"Hey! What do you mean?"
Zoro frowned.
"When a lion fights a rabbit, it also uses all its strength. That's because lions are not as smart as humans!"
Mihawk spread his hands and pretended to be helpless.
"Sorry, this is the smallest knife I have!"
"Damn it! You bastard! Don't regret it when you die!"
Zoro also heard the other party's ridicule, and immediately rushed forward waving his two swords.
"Two Swords Style: Seventy-two Winds of Trouble!!"
"Frog in the well, today I will let you experience how big the world is!"
Mihawk casually stabbed out his knife and blocked Zoro's attack effortlessly!
"How is this possible! How did you break my moves so easily?!"
Zoro's eyes widened, unable to believe that the gap could be so huge!
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
Zoro continued to move forward and slash like mad, but no matter how long the names of his moves were, they would still be blocked one by one by the three-inch knife in Mihawk's hand and easily resolved.
No matter what, the difference shouldn't be this big! Why?
Is it true that the distance between me and the “strongest” is so far away?
The huge feeling of powerlessness made Zoro feel shaken.
Recalling the sweat he had shed, the promises and agreements he had made, his eyes became firm again.
"You must be kidding! I haven't trained hard to be played with by others using a toy knife!"
Zoro pulled himself together, stood firm again, and slowly inserted his two swords into their scabbards.
"Oh? Have you given up? Well, after all, you should know that there is only one outcome if you continue fighting!"
There was a hint of contempt in Mihawk's eyes, but more of it was sympathy. It was not easy for a young swordsman to maintain his fighting spirit when he encountered this insurmountable mountain.
"Give up? No way. This is my last attack! Be careful!"
Zoro reminded.
"Wow! You'd rather die than admit defeat?"
"Very brave, boy! Tell me your name!"
"Roronoa, Zoro!"
Zoro replied in a deep voice.
"I'm going to fuck!"
As he spoke, he began to lean forward in preparation for a charge.
"Roronoa Zoro? I will remember you. In a sense, you are also a strong man! Let me use this world's strongest black sword to end your life as the highest etiquette between swordsmen!"
Mihawk put away his contempt and pulled out the black knife from his back.
"my pleasure!"
Zoro's eyes focused and he began to chant.
"Split the decadent self in the world into two, Two Swords Ryu, Iai, Rashomon!"
"Whoosh!"
After reading a line of poetry, Zoro's aura suddenly increased, and his figure rushed forward in an instant like an arrow!
"Nutōryū·Iai·Rashomon!"
"Qiang!"
"Pfft!"
Zoro lost as expected, and looking at the bloody wound on his chest, he slowly fell down with satisfaction. Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he could only apologize to his best friend and partner in his heart.
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"Ahem! What's wrong with me?"
When Zoro woke up again, he found himself lying on a straw mat, his body covered with bandages.
Zoro got up and looked around, and found that this "empty wall" room was a bit like a "luxury cell" in a prison.
"You finally woke up. You were so badly injured but you didn't die. Hahaha, that's great. There's a new person joining us. Let's all welcome him together!"
A sloppy old man with large tattoos, wearing sunglasses, and a tuft of blue hair in the middle of his head shouted with a smile.
"Welcome, welcome! Warmly welcome!"
"Clap clap clap!"
There was warm applause in the prison.
"What's going on? I'm not dead? Where is this place?"
Zoro frowned and looked at his neighbors in the cage next door with confusion.
"Don't be afraid, kid. Being sent here means you won't die for the time being. As long as you work hard, you'll have enough to eat. Everyone living in our dormitory is talented and speaks well. You'll adapt to life here quickly."
The old man comforted.
"This... is a prison cell?"
Zoro frowned.
"Hey, young man, you're wrong to say that. What prison? This is our staff dormitory. It's our home! It's just a remodeled prison built by the Beasts Pirates who occupied this country before, so it looks a bit like a prison."
A "co-worker" nearby explained.
Zoro looked at the three surrounding walls and an iron fence. The only thing missing was handcuffs and shackles. He thought to himself, what the hell is this if not a prison cell?
"You kid, why don't you believe it? Look!"
Seeing his doubtful face, the old man stood up anxiously and wanted to prove it to him.
“Hey~!”
The old man pushed open the iron door of his cell and ran to Zoro's cell and said proudly.
"Look! Young man, you've never seen a cell that doesn't need to be locked. I told you this is a dormitory and you didn't believe it. Hahaha!"
"Hey! Uncle! Come back quickly! The dorm manager is here!!"
A kind-hearted worker reminded him.
"Nani?!"
The old man was frightened and hurried back to his "dormitory" and closed the door obediently.
"Where is it? Where is the dorm manager?"
"Hahahaha! Of course I was lying to you, Uncle Hyogoro you're so funny!"
Another burst of laughter broke out in the prison.
"Hey! Young man, where are you going?"
When everyone turned around, they found that Zoro had already picked up his luggage (two swords) and left the cell.
"Sorry, I don't have time to waste here!"
Zoro said as he walked outside.
"Hey, hey, hey! Come back soon! You can't get out!"
Bingwulang hurriedly dissuaded him.
Zoro grinned. How could this prison without any chains possibly trap him? The fact that these people stayed here obviously meant they had mental problems. And this was a staff dormitory. They must have been brainwashed!
"Oh! Why don't you listen to the old man?"
Looking at Zoro's departing back, Hyogoro couldn't help but sigh.
"Hahaha, stop meddling in other people's business, old man. Young people should be allowed to suffer a few times and they will naturally grow up!"
The workers nearby were just there to watch the fun.
"Guess how long it will take him to get back? Bet a rice ball for tomorrow's lunch. I guess 5 minutes!"
"Then I guess 6 minutes!"
"4 minutes!"
three minutes later
"Shh! Here it comes!"
"Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"
A sound like gears or clockwork turning came from the end of the corridor.
"Crack!"
Zoro, who was beaten black and blue and lost consciousness, was dragged back by a tall doll holding two wooden swords! And thrown into the "dormitory" at random.
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(Hello, fellow book lovers. First of all, I wish you all a happy National Day and hope that our motherland will always prosper!
I am sorry to say sorry to everyone. Due to the author's health and other reasons, the book may not be updated every day for the next period of time. I am very sorry! However, the author will not disappear suddenly, and will definitely try his best to finish the book. Please forgive me.
In addition, during this period of time I might read this book again from the beginning, and slightly revise some of the poorly written parts to prepare for the final chapter.
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