I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

Sengoku? What is he doing here?”

Rob Lucci was equally curious.

Sengoku has been stripped of the position of Marshal Marine, and has been assigned a spare position.

Why did he suddenly come to the battlefield of East Blue if he didn't take good care of him at Naval Headquarters?

So did others who noticed Sengoku, not just because he was a marshal of the Naval Headquarters, but because Sengoku shined in the Battle of the Top.

The five-clawed golden dragon summoned can be called a world-destroying, sky-like thunder like rain, and the sea is covered with continuous jumping arcs of thunder.

Memories alone are terrifying.

Sengoku landed on the isolated island, in front of the library, put the goat on the ground, looked at Hawkeye and said seriously:

"Your Excellency Hawkeye, there is no need to slaughter because of some trivial matter, the cycle of cause and effect, don't make murders lightly!"

"You mean Mr. Carl's rules are trivial?"

Hawkeye squinted and asked, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

"Then just warn me, if all of them are killed, how will Mr. Carl's books be sold in the future!"

Sengoku changed his mind and followed suit.

"Hmph, Lord Sengoku is more and more able to speak now!"

Hawkeye smiled proudly.

Sengoku's words obviously gave him a step down, or he killed everyone present.

How to choose a suitable person to buy books from Mr. Carl.

He is also counting on this opportunity, waiting for someone who can pass on the supreme swordsmanship.

If Sengoku doesn't show up and go down the stairs, I'm afraid Hawkeye will have to put down all his swords, and whether they can survive depends on their own destiny.

The eagle eyes converged on the sword intent, and all the tens of thousands of swords and guns hovering in the air fell.

"Yes, saved!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no longer any desire to make a move before, and they all kept quiet, waiting for the arrangement of the library.

"Lord Sengoku, you didn't come here to stop me!"

Hawkeye asked.

"The old man is no longer Marshal Marine, and he has too much free time, so he wanted to find a quiet place and devote himself to studying Buddhism!"

Sengoku said calmly.

"Mr. Carl already has me, but he doesn't need a monk who recites sutras! You'd better ask me back."

There was a hint of jealousy in Hawkeye's tone, trying to drive Sengoku away.

"The old man won't leave unless it's said by Mr. Carl himself."

Sengoku looked at Hawkeye and said solemnly:

"On an occasion like today, Mr. Carl would not be happy if he went to war!"

Sengoku's words reminded Hawkeye.

He also planned to use the salute before the soldiers, and if he couldn't persuade Sengoku to retreat with words, he really meant to use force.

It's just that the strength of the two of them can't be distinguished in a short time, if it disrupts Carl's plan.

Hawkeye didn't know what the consequences would be.

"Forget it, as long as it doesn't affect me!"

Hawkeye turned his face away and looked forward again.

Sengoku sat up on the grass in the corner of the library, and silently recited the scriptures.

"Now it's time to pick the heirs into the house!"

A melodious and melodious voice came from the library, and it kept going back and forth in the air, but there was a hint of reproach in the tone.

The reason is simple, Carl asked Hawkeye to pick a talented person into the house.

He didn't expect to wait for several days, and he didn't know what Hawkeye wanted to do.

If he didn't want to show his face, he would have been killed long ago.

Among so many people, isn't it a very simple matter to choose a person who is gifted and qualified!

Carl didn't want to show up for the simple reason that he would be free when he sold the last book.

The only people who really know his face are those who have bought books in the bookstore.

It's not like after he was free, wherever he went, as long as anyone saw him, gangs would come around.

Just like the stars on the Blue Star, Carl felt like watching a monkey, and the whole person would be uncomfortable.

The voice that Carl suddenly remembered made everyone in the periphery convinced that there was someone else in the library.

While they were curious about what the mysterious characters of the Bookstore looked like, they also looked forward to being selected and the lucky ones who inherited the mighty power of the Bookstore.

"It's finally starting, no idea who's going to be chosen!"

"If only I was chosen, I also want to be the one that everyone looks up to!"

"Hawkeye said that there is only one chance, which means that you can only inherit one person at a time. If you are not selected, you will not know when you will wait next time!"

"I hope I'm selected. Mom and Dad, Izumi knows that, you must bless me!"

People are excited, excited and more anticipation at the same time.

Kaido, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Gekko Moria, Foil Bista, Marco and other famous characters on the sea are also unprecedentedly dignified.

They all know what it means to pass on the power to the library.

"Is there a target? Your Excellency Hawkeye!"

Sengoku asked without looking up.

"certainly!"

Eagle eyes stared forward, the corners of his mouth lightly grinned.

A peach blossom suddenly flew out and settled on a raft.

"It's just you, blind swordsman, I've been watching you for a long time!"

As early as on the island of Kraigana, Convenience left an impression on Hawkeye's mind.

Without the strength inherited from Mr. Carl, the blind swordsman relied on his comprehension to reach the edge of the boundless sword realm.

Although the other party felt it by relying on the strong perception that he had cultivated for many years blindly, that was also the other party's ability.

And just now.

When Hawkeye used his sword, neither the swordsman nor the sword of the great swordsman flew into the air uncontrollably.

Only the blind swordsman standing on the bamboo raft managed to control the sword in his own hands and was recognized by Hawkeye.

"He? How could it be him?"

"Why did you choose a blind swordsman? Why didn't you choose me?"

"Who is he, and why did Eagle Eye, the world's first sword, choose him?"

The people on the outside looked at the blind swordsman on the bamboo raft, extremely puzzled.

Because no matter what the other party wears, the boat they ride on, the health of their limbs, or their reputation, they don't understand where they are losing no matter what aspect they look at.

But although they did not understand, they did not dare to ask.

The same goes for those who are famous on the sea like Kaido and others, who do not understand and dare not ask.

It is difficult for them to deal with the power of the light eagle eye, not to mention that there is now a monster-like Sengoku.

"Hey blind swordsman, you've been chosen!"

"I don't know where the blessing comes from, even people like you can be selected!"

"Ah, it's really unfair!"

The person next to him screamed.

There was dissatisfaction and unspeakable sourness in his voice.

"Ah? Did you choose the old man?"

Fujitora, who had been standing still with a calm face, suddenly woke up as if she had fallen asleep.

"Just have fun, this kind of opportunity is a once in a century!"

"Looks like the bet finally won this time!"

The hand that Fujitora is holding is open and a dice is in it.

Then lift your fingers up and push the knife out of the scabbard.

Fujitora quickly grabbed the handle of the knife and slashed through the void, and purple circles appeared behind him.

With the help of gravity, the bamboo raft moved, and the speed became faster and faster, and waves of waves appeared on the sea.

It didn't stop until it reached the wooden bridge of the library.

He jumped onto the wooden bridge, paused and said:

"Your Excellency Hawkeye, I don't know what the old man is, how can he be chosen by you to inherit the power of the library!"

The corners of Hawkeye's mouth rose slightly, and he said proudly:

"I just want an equal opponent."

"You'd better pray that you can get a copy of the Supreme Kendo, or else..."