5 chapter 5

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After leaving Makino's bar, Ron returned to the small hotel where he stayed.

After careful consideration, his determination solidified. In the coming days, he had no intention of remaining in Windmill Village. He was ready to embark on the Grand Line. Only there could he make contact with more abilities and acquire new skills to further enhance his strength.

"The three types of Haki... Oh, hehe, once I grasp even a fraction of their essence, I can instantly level them up! The Goldfinger has no limits; the only limit is my capacity to learn! Mastery from the beginning! How powerful!"

Ron smiled slightly. Learning the three types of Haki wasn't something he could achieve immediately. Conqueror's Haki was innate and required self-awakening. Observation and Armament Haki, on the other hand, could be accelerated through learning. He planned to start by mastering these two Haki types and then find a way to awaken Conqueror's Haki.

"The Grand Line. If I go alone, controlling a ship by myself, even if I learn navigation, it would be quite challenging." Ron contemplated, "So, the next step is to assemble my own fleet. As a seafaring pirate, how can I not have my own crew of pirates? When the time comes for me to conquer the world, I can't be a solitary commander, can I?"

Ron packed his belongings and prepared to leave Windmill Village. At the island's docks, he followed a merchant ship that was departing to other islands.

"Of course, forming a pirate crew means recruiting people. But I won't follow the path of the Evil Wolf Pirates, collecting all sorts of scoundrels and misfits..." Ron stood on the deck of the merchant ship, his heart brimming with determination as he gazed at the distant sea. "The pirate world has its share of extraordinary women. In my pirate crew, apart from me, there'll be only women. That's the way it's going to be!"

(T/L: I've got nothing to say, I'm just translating)

"Well, my first target is Nami!" Ron smiled, contemplating the genius navigator. He hadn't yet acquired the skill of navigation, but he knew he could learn it from her.

"And then there's Kaya... Although Kaya is still young, her parents should still be alive. She should already be studying medical skills. I can use my expertise to treat her parents and use that as leverage to recruit her into my pirate crew. The possibility is high! Teaching Kaya with my current medical skills will undoubtedly make her the top doctor on our Grand Voyage!"

With his decision made, Ron didn't take long to reach Logue Town.

Logue Town wasn't a simple place; it was where Gol D. Roger was born and where he met his end. Countless pirates flocked here every year, so it was closely monitored by the Navy.

The average pirate who came here risked being captured.

Fearless and bold, Ron headed straight to Logue Town without a hint of fear.

"I recall that in the distant plot, Zoro acquired a famous sword here!" Ron's eyes gleamed with a smile. He intended to get that famous sword ahead of Zoro. As for a superior grade of sword, he'd have to wait until he entered the Grand Line. Perhaps he could go into Impel Down and obtain the Demon Sword wielded by the Deputy Warden Shiryu of the Rain, which was on par with Hawkeye's Black Sword Yoro.

After all, Zoro already had Wado Ichimonji, a finely crafted sword.

Yes, the third generation of graded swords are the Fifty skillful grade swords, The second generation of graded swords belong to the 21 Great grade Swords, and the first generation belongs to the world's top twelve Supreme grade swords.

"Never mind, I'll make the best use of this third generation grade sword for now. I'll look for a better one in the future!" Ron contemplated as he arrived at the weapons store.

The weapons shop owner was busy with calculations, and the store appeared deserted.

Ron entered, catching the shop owner's attention. He greeted Ron with a welcoming smile, "Greetings, esteemed guest! Your appearance suggests you're a formidable swordsman. You've chosen the right place to select a sword."

"I'd like to take a look," Ron replied with a nod.

The customs in this pirate world referred to all sword users as swordsmen, not just those skilled in the art. Even famous swordsmen were known as great swordsmen, and the terminology differed from what Ron was used to.

Ron didn't dwell on these peculiarities. If that's how things worked here, he'd adapt.

Having already mastered the basics of sword skills, Ron's ability to sense the quality of a sword approached the level of Dracule Mihawk. With a subtle perception, he immediately detected an unusual sword emitting a faint aura of power in a basket alongside the other swords.

"What's the price of that sword?" Ron asked casually.

Initially assuming Ron was interested in higher-priced options, the shop owner's enthusiasm waned. "Ah, those over there," he said, "they are priced at fifty thousand Baileys each. Please feel free to choose one."

Ron nodded, selected a sword, handed it to the owner, and declared, "I'll take this one for fifty thousand Baileys. You can tally it."

The shop owner's expression changed abruptly upon seeing the sword—it wasn't just any sword; it was the Demon Sword...

"This... This sword, sir..." The shop owner's face grew moist with sweat as he stammered, "Sir, would you consider selecting a different one?"

Ron furrowed his brow, and an aura of intimidation radiated from him, taking the shop owner aback.

"No, no, no! Great Swordsman, please don't take offense!" The shop owner quickly clarified, "I'm simply being forthright. This is a Demon Sword, and its previous owners have been met with misfortune. If you still wish to purchase it, I've already given you a fair warning. Any consequences won't be on my conscience!"

"It's not your concern."

Ron paid the shop owner no further mind, placed fifty thousand Baileys on the counter, took the sword, and departed the weapons shop.

After all, if Zoro could endure the eccentricities of this skillful grade sword, Ron had no reason to be concerned.

Not to mention the Third Generation graded swords; even if it were the First Generation, Ron possessed the power to control it.

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[Five more chapter will be released later]