As Kuina was sheathing her sword, Cavendish had already regained consciousness.
Feeling the weakness in his body, the corners of his lips curved upwards, a bitter smile on his face.
He truly was overestimating himself!
To think he was foolish enough to provoke a pirate with a bounty of 1.5 billion. And here he was now!
He had seen the silver hair, but hadn't even exchanged a single blow.
The second-in-command of their ship had easily dealt with him, even his "Kamaitachi" was useless.
Looking back on his life, it could be considered a good one.
As the prince of the Kingdom of Dressrosa and blessed with handsome looks, he had been adored by countless people since childhood. If not for his peculiar "sleepwalking disorder," he might have become the King of Dressrosa by now.
In truth, it wasn't because he was too handsome that he was banished from the kingdom!
It was because of his sleepwalking.
Before he was driven out of the country, he had already killed many people. Eventually, the King, seeing no possibility of improvement, had no choice but to banish him, allowing him to bring ruin to other people and nations.
If there was one regret in his life, it was truly this:
Why didn't he cultivate diligently?
In fact, his talent was exceptionally strong. He had barely practiced since childhood, yet he had reached his current level.
If he had trained since he was young, he believed he wouldn't be in this state now.
But all the words spoken now were of no avail.
From the day he set sail, he knew that it was either he killed others, or others killed him. Therefore, there was nothing to resent. He could only blame himself for being inferior.
Before the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished, he used the last trace of his life's strength to turn his gaze towards the cabin of the white horse-drawn ship, silently reciting in his heart.
"Goodbye, my friends, my family, 'Farululu'."
As long as people live in this world, everyone has something they cherish, be it people, animals, or objects.
And the only thing Cavendish couldn't let go of now was the white horse that had always accompanied him.
*Puff!*
Blood spattered across the sky. As Kuina turned and jumped off the white horse statue, the last glimmer of light in Cavendish's eyes vanished. His body instantly split into four, falling towards the sea.
Kohta watched Cavendish's body, a flicker of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.
If one were to say, this fellow was quite pitiable. He had talent, a good background, and was handsome, never having suffered hardship.
A perfect life from the start, yet he suffered from sleepwalking and developed an evil second personality.
Truly quite pathetic.
In fact, Cavendish had no conflict with him. This fellow himself was not a great villain. All the wicked deeds were done by his second personality.
But...
What was done, was done. Since he bore the reputation brought by his second personality, he must also bear the wickedness brought by his second personality.
Everything was his own choice, and he couldn't blame others.
*Stomp!*
Kuina's figure landed nimbly beside Kohta. She turned, took Kohta's hand, held it in hers, and looked up at Kohta with a smile, saying, "Kohta, this guy is just like you said, he's really quite interesting!"
"But!"
She lowered her head, her chin in her hand, and pondered for a moment before continuing, "Although that guy's sword skill talent is indeed very good, he's like a blank piece of paper, as if he's never trained."
As she spoke, a flash of anger crossed her eyes, "What a waste of talent."
She disliked people who could be very strong, yet so easily wasted their own talents.
Because no matter how strong talent was, it was still just talent. Without training, even if you were the son of a god, you would likely be a waste.
"Mhm!"
Kohta put down his sake gourd and smiled at Kuina, "This guy really is a bit of a waste of talent."
In fact, if Cavendish had continued to cultivate and not indulged in pleasure, his strength could have increased by several levels. And as his strength grew, his will would also grow, allowing him to control his second personality well and avoid losing control.
He gazed at the seawater stained red with blood. With a thought, a magnificent Western sword flew out of the sea.
Although he didn't know the name of this sword, he knew it wasn't an ordinary sword. Even if it wasn't famous, a holy sword of a nation couldn't be too bad.
*Whoosh!*
The Western sword stopped in front of him.
Looking at the still dripping Western sword, with a thought, the sword began to perform sword techniques in front of him, its tip pointing downwards, spinning continuously.
The smooth blade, under the sunlight, reflected a cold, sharp gleam.
"Good sword."
"Mhm!"
Kuina leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the Western sword, and smiled, "It is indeed a good sword."
She knew that this sword had clashed with her Wado Ichimon many times.
And it remained completely unharmed.
Although they both used Armament Haki, for an ordinary sword, even with the defense of Armament Haki, the material of the blade itself determined that its toughness and hardness couldn't compare to a good sword. Even if the surface was protected, there would surely be internal damage.
This sword, judging by its current appearance, had no damage whatsoever, both externally and internally.
It was a good sword.
"Let me try!"
Kohta moved his right hand, signaling Kuina to release him.
He then looked up at the white horse-drawn ship. With a thought, a black and white striped sword sheath flew out from the hole in the deck that Cavendish had pierced.
This sword, which might be of a similar caliber to Wado Ichimon, he could accept.
He hadn't taken the two swords of Shiki back then because he respected the old man.
Although the old man was a complete villain, the magnanimity he displayed at the end of his life, and his teachings on swordsmanship and Haki, had earned him a trace of respect from Kohta, even as an enemy.
Furthermore, those two swords had been tied to the old man's feet for nearly twenty years. They were essentially his legs. He couldn't possibly take the old man's legs to be used by Ah Hua and the others.
Moreover, those two swords were greatswords, completely useless if taken back.
However, this sword before him was different. Firstly, it was a very powerful sword. Secondly, it was their spoil of war. Even if no one among them could use it, it could be sold for money. To bury it in the deep sea like this would be a pity.
Kohta gazed at the white horse-drawn ship ahead, red light flashing in his eyes.
"All scoundrels. As for that white horse..."
He felt a death wish from the white horse. It seemed animals were sometimes more loyal and righteous than humans.
"Then I shall grant your wish!"
Kohta reached out and grasped the hilt of the Western sword, slowly drawing it upwards, as if pulling it from an invisible scabbard.
Then, with a casual swing towards the front,
*Swoosh!*
A vertical, massive crescent-shaped, silver-gray slash easily cut through the white horse-drawn ship, then the sea surface, disappearing into the distance.
Kuina watched Kohta's slash, a hint of envy in her eyes.
Even with her efforts, she knew she couldn't produce slashes capable of splitting the sea and the heavens like Kohta and Mihawk.
Having entered the realm of Grandmaster Swordsman for so long, and after four months of solitary training in Little Garden, her current slashes could only cut through ships and cleave mountains.
It wasn't that she didn't work hard, but her inherent strength determined that she couldn't achieve the feat of cleaving the sky and splitting the sea.
However, if she couldn't produce them, so be it!
In this world, very few people could produce such massive slashes.
And a slash wasn't stronger just because it traveled farther or was larger.
If the distance was far, unless one was an idiot, they would sense the danger and be able to dodge it.
Therefore, she should focus on cultivating close-combat sword techniques.
The distant slash was sufficient.