Chapter 668

Yasuo, who was rescued by Yamato, had a bloody hole in his abdomen. Although he did not end up being torn to pieces on the spot, he was seriously injured as a mortal body. For an old man, his life was already in the countdown.

Yasuo carefully looked at the girl who saved him. There was an inexplicable heroic spirit between Yamato's eyebrows. From her face, she was a kind child.

After so many years of struggling outside, he still had the ability to judge people and things. Yasuo wanted to explain something urgently, but a lot of blood gushed out of his throat as soon as he was about to speak, causing Yamato to not understand what he meant.

Yamato had a natural liking for samurai swordsmen because he had read Kozuki Oden's diary, and he met the mother and son rescued by Yasuo on the road.

People living at the bottom of society always think of their saviors. Yamato came to the vicinity of the general's mansion at the request of the mother and son to take old Mr. Yasuo away to a safe place.

"Old man, don't get excited. Speak slowly about what you want to say. I'm listening here." Yamato covered the wound on Yasuo's stomach. The damaged internal organs were mixed with blood. The life of a good man was about to pass away before his eyes.

Perhaps it was a last gasp. Yasuo, who had calmed down, no longer choked with blood. He just looked at Yamato's appearance silently. The other party had two horns on his head, which showed that he was not an orthodox human.

He summoned the last of his strength, fumbled in his clothes with his remaining hand, and then took out something like a book in front of Yamato, and explained his affairs when he was finally sober.

"The swordsmanship recorded here is what I have learned in my life. It doesn't matter if I die, but it can't be buried in the soil with me. It's up to you whether you want to learn or not..."

Before he died, Yasuo remembered to find a successor, but it was too late at this point, but it was better than having his life's learning buried in the earth.

Even if this little girl throws him into a pile of old papers, there is a small chance that he will reappear in the world, which is much better than rotting in the soil with an old man.

Yamato seemed to understand a little bit, and took the secret book with blood on the cover. She didn't know what was inside, but the rare things that the old swordsman had before his death must be extraordinary and not ordinary.

Seeing this, Kurozumi Orochi couldn't help but let out a strange laugh, "Hahaha... Yasuo, Yasuo is still confused before his death, do you know who his father is?"

"It's Kaido, the master of the Beasts Pirates, and she is the young master of the Beasts Pirates, Yamato. You might as well leave your things to me, maybe I will find you a successor"

Hearing the heart-breaking words of the skeleton demigod, Yasuo's eyes widened, and he looked at Yamato in disbelief. He never thought that a kind lamb could be raised in a wolf's den.

Yamato retorted angrily: "Kaido is Kaido and I am me, don't bring the two things together"!

Yasuo did not ask for the secret book back. There was no reason to give it back after giving it away, and it was even more unreliable to give it to Kurozumi Orochi.

"We cannot decide our origins and parents. Yamato, I believe you will take another path..."

For children troubled by their original families, Yasuo himself is an orphan. He did not preach too much to Yamato. At the last moment of his death, he only had one hand left to hold Yamato's wrist tightly.

A generation of wind swordsman died in the arms of a girl. No one knows his past life, but from his vicissitudes of life, it can be seen that he must have experienced a lot of things. It may be a relief to die in his hometown.

After Yamato confirmed that Yasuo was completely dead, she laid the body flat on the ground and helped him close his eyes. She attached great importance to the secret book she got and directly clamped it in her majestic chest.

"Rest in peace, Mr. Yasuo. Even if I can't learn the swordsmanship you left behind, I will help you find a successor and will never let your swordsmanship disappear on the sea from now on."

Listening to the solemn promise of Kaido's son, Yasuo, who was lying on the ground, even smiled, an expression of relief. Perhaps Yamato had seen it wrong.

Yamato carried his mace on his shoulders and faced the eighth form of the skeleton demigod. The domineering aura on his body surged, and he was not inferior to the monster in terms of momentum.

Kurozumi Orochi was very dissatisfied with Yamato's hiding his secrets. "Your father and I are still allies on the surface. As long as you give me the things left by Yasuo, I will let you leave safely today. If you really don't listen, don't blame your uncle if you lose your arms and legs afterwards."

Yamato knew what he got from Yasuo, but Kurozumi Orochi knew everything from beginning to end. He knew Yasuo's life and the dojo behind him. Yasuo was the last heir of the wind-controlling swordsmanship.

As long as there is a secret book recording the Gale Sword Technique,It will definitely cultivate a weaker swordsman. If the quality is not enough, it can be made up by quantity. It is better than the current samurai class to learn the swordsmanship left by the fool Kozuki Oden.

As the general of Wano Country, Kurozumi Orochi wants to erase the information about the Kozuki clan, and he is about to succeed. After more than 20 years, as long as the next generation grows up, who will remember Kozuki Oden?

Those mediocre people want to become stronger. Oden's swordsmanship will always be stolen by the samurai class. Maybe in the process of learning, they will be brainwashed by the dead souls and stand beside the Kozuki clan. This is something Kurozumi Orochi can never accept.

"Dream your sweet dreams, that is what Mr. Yasuo left me, I will smash your head now"

Yamato's momentum has changed amazingly, as if an invisible force is surging in her body.

Her body twisted and deformed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a beast form. Her whole body turned into a snow-white color, like a noble beast. Her figure was slender and agile, her limbs were strong and powerful, and every step was full of unparalleled majesty.

What was amazing was that there were auspicious clouds entwined behind her like a dream, adding a bit of mystery to her. These auspicious clouds seemed to be integrated with her, floating with her movements, emitting a soft and mysterious light.

At this moment, the girl was no longer an ordinary human, but a canine creature with extraordinary power. It was the human-beast form of the mythical beast devil fruit, the Great Mouth True God. According to legend, this beast was the guardian of Wano Country.

Today she was going to be the enemy of the master of Wano Country and learn the high skills of the eighth form of the Skeleton Demigod. This was a powerful opponent she had never faced before.

Years of imprisonment in the Beasts Pirates have never stopped her from becoming stronger. Yamato wants to prove herself and let the outside world know that she cannot live under Kaido's shadow all her life.