Full Strength? In Fact, I Only Used Less Than 10% Of My Strength

Finn and Kuina practiced for an entire day.

Thanks to the effects of the Hundred Times Preaching and the Karma Card, it was as if they had trained for 100 days straight—no breaks, 24 hours a day.

Moreover, since Finn was guiding her, their minds were in sync.

For Kuina, it was as if she had practiced for 100 days, but with the added advantage of already having a deep understanding of YanFan Kendo.

On top of that, Kuina was a swordsmanship prodigy to begin with!

With all these factors combined, her improvement in swordsmanship was nothing short of terrifying.

The kendo hall was bustling once again, filled with disciples.

"I'm really impressed. I only had to tag along with Senior Sister Kuina for a day!" one of them remarked.

"Now that the appointed time has passed, let's see how Brother Zoro fares against Senior Sister Kuina!" another added.

"Let's see what Finn says!" someone else chimed in.

"His lies are exposed now. Will he be embarrassed?" another disciple whispered.

"With the Master here, he wouldn't dare!" someone responded.

The whispers soon reached Koshiro's ears. He hadn't been around yesterday, but he had returned today.

He was surprised to hear that Finn had been teaching Kuina swordsmanship.

Last night, he had quietly observed Finn's training method, and nearly drew his sword in anger.

However, just as he was about to act, he paused. The sword intent Finn had displayed—smooth and fluid like flowing clouds and water—revealed a level of expertise that only a master could possess.

Koshiro watched for a while, and soon confirmed that Finn was indeed teaching Kuina, and that the swordsmanship he was teaching was extremely powerful.

He sighed, muttering, "Women shouldn't stay in the dojo," before heading to bed.

Now, it was time for the test.

"Okay, let's get started!" Koshiro called out, sitting cross-legged in the front of the dojo. He glanced at Kuina and Zoro, who were standing in the middle.

"Kuina, it's been delayed by a day, but today I will defeat you!" Zoro declared, drawing his blade.

With a swift motion, Zoro pulled out two more swords, forming his signature three-sword style.

"I'm sorry, Zoro," Kuina replied, unsheathing her sword. "You had a chance before, but now you might never have one again."

She glanced at Finn, leaning against the wall, and flashed him a bright smile.

Finn gave her a wink in return.

Koshiro, however, didn't look pleased. He had a feeling his "precious cabbage" was about to be "arced by pigs."

"Take this! Three-Sword Style: Demon Slash!" Zoro roared, launching his most powerful attack at Kuina, the same move that had nearly defeated her the day before.

But Kuina remained calm.

She could still remember how helpless Zoro had seemed when faced with this move yesterday. Now, in her eyes, Zoro's attack was full of flaws.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

The sound of swords clashing echoed through the dojo as two of Zoro's blades were knocked away, leaving only one, which he used to brace himself from falling.

In an instant, Kuina appeared beside him. If she struck now, Zoro's head would be easily severed.

There was no doubt: Zoro had lost—completely.

Zoro stared in disbelief. "How can this be...?"

Just moments ago, Kuina had skillfully disarmed him with ease, leaving him helpless on the ground.

Finn walked over and helped Zoro up, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't be discouraged, Zoro. This isn't your fault."

Zoro looked at Finn, deep in thought. "So, whose fault is it?"

Finn smiled. "Well, Kuina is just too strong now."

Zoro looked like he might explode. Was this an indirect way of saying he was too weak?

Suddenly, remembering that Finn had taught Kuina swordsmanship the day before, Zoro's eyes lit up. "Finn, after teaching Kuina for just one day, she's improved so much! Please teach me too!"

Finn rolled his eyes in secret. I don't even teach my brother. Why would I teach you?

He shrugged. "We'll talk about this later. I think the curator wants to speak with me alone now. You should head out."

"What? Who said that? The curator hasn't said anything," Zoro protested.

"Stop being so self-indulgent," another disciple teased.

"Yeah, why are you acting like you're so important?" someone else laughed.

The disciples were annoyed, thinking that Finn had somehow overstepped by evicting them from the dojo.

Before they could protest further, Koshiro, in his usual serious tone, spoke up. "Ahem, please step back. I need to talk to Finn privately."

The disciples fell silent, stunned. We were actually ordered out by an outsider in our own dojo?

Once everyone had left, only Finn, Kuina, and Koshiro remained.

"Kuina, you should head to the second floor," Koshiro said.

Kuina pouted in slight displeasure. "Do I really have to leave, Father?"

"Yes, go," Koshiro ordered firmly.

Kuina gave Finn a fleeting look before heading upstairs.

"Now, let's talk, Finn."

Finn smiled and raised his hands in front of him, looking at Koshiro.

Koshiro stood up slowly, picked up two wooden swords, and tossed one toward Finn.

Finn caught the sword with a raised eyebrow. "Curator, is this really necessary?"

Koshiro didn't answer but spoke to himself. "Finn, prepare yourself. I'm going to test your strength."

With that, he flipped his wrist, sending the wooden sword toward Finn with a sharp, focused strike.

Finn was unsure of Koshiro's intentions, but he knew the older man didn't intend to kill him.

So, he raised his sword to block.

Clang!

The two wooden swords met in midair, and Finn easily blocked the attack.

Koshiro's face softened with approval. "Very good! You were able to block one-tenth of my full strength. Now let's see if you can handle more."

With a quick movement, Koshiro attacked again.

Clang!

This time, Finn blocked it just as easily.

"Not bad! You blocked one-fifth of my strength," Koshiro said, a hint of pride in his voice.

Clang!

Another strike.

Koshiro was surprised. "You blocked 60% of my strength! Finn, your progress is beyond what I expected."

And then, the fourth strike came, 80% of Koshiro's power.

Finn still blocked it with ease.

Koshiro's face grew a little more serious as he looked at Finn, sensing something wasn't quite right. Could this kid be matching me blow for blow?

With a determined look, Koshiro unleashed 100% of his strength and struck again.

Clang!

Finn blocked it again.

Koshiro wiped the sweat from his forehead, a little embarrassed. He had come to test Finn's abilities, but it seemed like Finn hadn't even broken a sweat.

He tentatively asked, "Finn, was there a big difference between my last strike and your full strength?"

Finn scratched his nose, not quite sure what to say.

Koshiro chuckled awkwardly. "Even if the gap is huge, I, the curator, can still handle it."

"Are you sure about that?" Finn raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry! I'm still young. If I can't handle it, then it's a joke!" Koshiro laughed.

"Okay, since you can handle it, here's the truth," Finn said, raising his eyebrows. "I was only using about 10% of my strength."

Koshiro froze. "Curator? What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I just need a moment to think..." Koshiro muttered, his mind racing.