I, the intern, was being listened to by Whitebeard

Chapter 15

Roy walked around the huge Moby-Dick at a slow pace, and it took him half an hour to reach Bista, the captain of the fifth team.

What?

You say he touches the fish?

That's right!

He's just fishing!

I saw that Bista, the captain of the team, was teaching several members of the fifth team swordsmanship.

"You're not doing it in the right way, you have to match the strength of your waist. The strength of the waist, you know?".

"Don't swing the knife blindly, feel the breath of all things!".

"If you can feel a line, then don't hesitate to follow that line directly and cut it down! This means that you have vaguely touched the realm of the Iron Sword Hero. "

"Pay attention to your breathing, breathing is very important, at least until you become a sword master. "

"Your kid's armed color level is not good, go back and practice more, you know?".

"Well, why did you stop, what are you looking at?".

“......"

Bista, who was teaching swordsmanship, suddenly saw several of his team members stop, as if they had seen something, which made him stunned.

Bista pinched his mustache and followed the team's gaze to look back.

I saw Roy, who didn't know when, standing behind him.

Bista was stunned for a moment, and then smiled warmly.

"Hahaha! I thought it was, it was Roy you! How about it? Did you wake up drunk? You kid can too, you can drink so much, amazing!".

Bista was the same as everyone else on board.

It can be said that it is very self-cooked.

He walked over and put his arm around Roy's shoulder, looking too enthusiastic to be more enthusiastic.

"Roy, you came here, you probably want to join my fifth team, then you have made the right decision, you are cousin Bista and me, but I am a famous swordsman!"

"Do you know what the concept of the Great Sword Hero is? This is the realm that countless swordsmen have dreamed of for a lifetime, and they can split the sea and tear the giant mountain with a single slash!"

Bista winked his eyebrows and smiled warmly: "You will definitely not regret joining my fifth team!".

Why do the people of the Whitebeard Pirates like to hug people's shoulders, and this is a heavy smell of sweat and alcohol than Star, Wori, should you wake up in the morning without washing?].

[I've just changed into a suit! I'm going to take a shower later, I'm so hard!].

Roy smiled reluctantly, "Bista, I'm just here to learn swordsmanship from you." "

His face straightened up, and he was depressed: "My strength is still too small, and it is a burden." "

"I'm worried that if I join the fifth team, I'll be a drag when it comes to fighting. If someone on the team gets injured for protecting me, then I will definitely feel guilty for the rest of my life. "

Roy said seriously: "So I don't want to join the team for the time being." "

"Daddy asked me to come and train with you, and I think that's what he meant. "

Bista was stunned.

Thoughtfully.

He immediately grinned and said, "I see, Roy, it's okay if you think like this, this can be regarded as a cultivation motivation for you in the future! "

I look at the white-bearded man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who wanted to make things difficult for me in the first place. 】

[Tears, do interns still have human rights?].

[I just want to lie down and touch the fish. 】

[Is it that hard?].

Roy grinned.

Inner mom sells batches.

"Roy, your saber is a big fast knife, isn't it?" Bista noticed the saber on Roy's waist, and when he saw the scabbard and hilt, he had a basic judgment.

Roy thought for a moment and replied, "Ah, it seems so!".

Bista smiled: "I heard that you have learned basic swordsmanship, you can use it a little bit and let me see your level, so that it will help me customize a training plan for you." "

[Alas, it's hard!].

After hearing this, Roy pulled out the saber on his waist, and the shiny blade was very dazzling, making people can't help but exclaim a good knife.

Even Bista squinted.

Sure enough!

It's really a big knife!

But the next moment....

Bista's eyelids....

Just a convulsion!

"Stop, stop!" Bista gasped and scratched his head in wondering, "Roy, you have such a good knife, why... Why is the foundation of swordsmanship so weak?".

He was going to say why your technique is so crotch-pulling.

But consider taking care of Roy's emotions.

Bista was still a little more tactful.

Roy held a knife in both hands, his face was full of sorrow, he had to look up at the sky at 45 degrees, endless sighs, endless sorrow: "I have not been very good at physical fitness since I was a child, and my father told me that I may not be suitable for too high-intensity training in my life." "

He grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, and his palms turned white, as if he could see the unwillingness in his heart.

But this unwillingness did not last long, and it suddenly disappeared.

It makes people feel as if they can see a stubborn teenager...

At first, he rose up to resist the torture of fate.

But in the end...

Or had to succumb to fate.

Bista was silent.

He opened his mouth to comfort Roy, but he didn't know how.

Alas!

This kid....

It must be unwilling, right?

He must have waved his blade at fate again and again.