Fang Huo gave Fūgetsu Kisaburō a long look; he really had overlooked the greatest Swordsmith alive.
A smith who could forge the supreme grade blade gokudō kaisen—how could he waste such talent?
Once Fang Huo synthesized the ultimate alloy, he and Fūgetsu Kisaburō would mass-produce supreme grade blades!
Of course, to create cursed blades like Shichiseiken and Enma that possess their own will, you still need naturally sinister ores.
Mass-produced super-alloy probably won't give birth to Sword Spirits or anything that special.
Fang Huo's eyes lit up—every member of the Rocks Pirates would carry a supreme grade blade!
Forget the Twelve Supreme Blades; from now on he'd forge ninety-nine!
Any powerhouse who joins the Rocks Pirates gets a supreme-grade weapon—swords, axes, spiked clubs, whatever they want!
"I've decided, Kisaburō!!"
"You and I will forge ninety-nine supreme weapons!"
"I want blades forged by the Gu Yue and Fūgetsu names to become the world's only premium weapon brand!"
Fang Huo clapped Fūgetsu Kisaburō on the shoulder, booming with ambition.
"Ninety-nine supreme weapons?"
Rocks and Newgate were startled by Fang Huo's sudden leap.
Weren't we supposed to find Kisaburō's clansmen right now?
How did the conversation jump to weapon forging?
"Ninety-nine supreme grade blades?"
Fūgetsu Kisaburō was stunned; forging a single gokudō kaisen had cost him years of painstaking effort.
From locating the ultimate ores to finding a volcanic forge hot enough, the whole process had taken several years.
And Fang Huo wanted ninety-nine supreme-grade weapons?
Was this some kind of joke?
Even at one blade per year, that would be ninety-nine years.
At one every six months, he'd be hammering until he dropped—would he die at the forge?
"Relax! Once I develop the ultimate alloy, we can mass-produce supreme grade blades!"
Fang Huo grinned; as soon as Kisaburō forged a new supreme-grade template, he could replicate it en masse.
Kisaburō would act as his R&D Swordsmith—create one template, and Fang Huo could copy it indefinitely.
Once he understood the metal ratio of a new supreme blade, he could synthesize it in bulk.
Right now he needed to analyze Kisaburō's gokudō kaisen, Newgate's Murakumogiri, and Rocks' Gibeck's Sword—supreme blades that turned black without Armament Haki tempering.
Crack their metal compositions and he could mass-synthesize them.
His Gulp-Gulp Fruit was just too broken!
"Mass-produce supreme grade blades?"
Kiel Bastard swallowed hard, already imagining a world flooded with them.
Maybe the term supreme grade blade would become as common as standard-issue steel.
Then new tiers—Royal, Sacred, Divine—would rise above them.
"What are you day-dreaming about!"
"Spend that energy training your Three Types of Haki and your Devil Fruit!"
Rocks's massive fist rocketed straight for Fang Huo's eye.
Fang Huo flashed into lightning and reappeared atop the mast.
"Fast escape, huh!"
"No need for mass production, but every Rocks Pirate wielding a supreme grade blade sounds good."
Rocks smirked up at Fang Huo on the mast—this guy's secrets never ended.
"Tch! I slave away for everyone's sake and still get punched!"
"Fine, now I don't feel like forging!"
Perched on the mast, Fang Huo shelved the idea of mass alloy blades—for now.
But when inspiration and materials aligned, he'd definitely crank out a batch.
"No, first mate!"
"I want a supreme anchor!"
"I want a supreme trident!"
"I want a supreme double-edged sword!"
"I want a supreme sniper rifle!"
"Raging bull Rocks!"
"Blockhead Rocks!"
"Porcupine-head Rocks!"
"Cockeye Rocks!"
"Inhuman Rocks!"
Howls rang across the Gibeck's Sword, followed by every officer cursing their Captain.
Seeing Newgate and Linlin start, Stussy, Babel, Sanbel, Kiel Bastard, Maron, and Long Bread all cursed from behind them.
Veins bulged on Rocks's forehead, his knuckles crackling.
Mutiny! These bastards were revolting!
Who was Captain here—Fang Huo or him?
Their wings had hardened, huh?
Obviously too little special training—time to remind them of reality.
"Enough! Don't scare our new crewmates!"
"Those Wano samurai below are descendants of the dragon-slaying great swordsman Shimotsuki Ryūma!"
Fang Huo ended the farce, flickered down, and borrowed Kisaburō's gokudō kaisen and Newgate's Murakumogiri for study.
Once he grasped their metal makeup, he could replicate them.
He even casually borrowed Rocks's Gibeck's Sword; the brute only snorted and handed it over.
Now the first mate and chief strategist was doubling as scientist, filling in for Stussy's research duties.
While he examined the three peerless weapons, the Gibeck's Sword caught up with the Shimotsuki clan's ship.
When Shimotsuki Kōzaburō and Shimotsuki Furiko saw the Flying Battleship overhead, their faces went pale.
Had they still been caught?
Just as dread overwhelmed them—
"Kōzaburō! Miss Furiko! It's really you—fantastic!!"
Fūgetsu Kisaburō's delighted voice rang down.
Kōzaburō and Furiko traded wry glances—this guy was nothing but trouble.
They wondered whether they could escape the Rocks Pirates unscathed.
Fang Huo's gaze locked onto Shimotsuki Furiko.
The blue-haired woman reminded him of the green-haired Toki—gentle yet steel-willed.
Maybe Kuina and Zoro's sword talent came straight from Kōzaburō and Furiko.
Trace further back and you hit Shimotsuki Ryūma's bloodline.
As expected—a world ruled by bloodlines!
"worororo, that samurai's got spirit!"
Rocks swept his gaze across the deck; only Shimotsuki Kōzaburō barely earned his notice.
Right then—
Fang Huo entered his Moon-God show-off mode, a colossal lunar disc blooming behind him.
"People of the Half-Moon, where do you think you're going?"
"Don't you know your ancestors once followed sun god nika against the World Government's Twenty Kings?"
"If the Celestial Dragons learn the name Shimotsuki, your fate won't be pretty!"
"After that defeat, Wano sealed its borders and raised its Guardian Walls."
"Seeking peace on the open seas will be anything but easy!"
"I am Gu Yue Fang Huo, from an ancient land!"
"The Kōzuki clan is finished—you need a new leader!"