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Kaden cast an eye at the man sitting at the sales desk at the far end of the room, a short man dressed in blue with a dusky skin tone and balding head, tufts of black hair jutting out from the side of his head and a stuffy red looking nose.
"Hey," Kaden called to the man as he walked over, stopping in front of the sales desk, "I'm looking to buy a few swords."
The man blinked, before grinning widely, "Yes yes, welcome to the Arms Shop," he said, "Have a look at anything you'd like."
"I've already picked the two I want." Kaden nodded at the man, getting a confused look from him, before he turned on his heel and made his way over to the corner where the barrels of cheap unwanted swords were left to collect dust.
The store owners face flashed with a grimace of annoyance as Kaden did, before widened as Kaden reached into the barrel and grasped a very specific sword and brought it out.
The hilt was a crimson red with thick bands criss-crossing down it, and the sheath a crimson red to match it.
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Kaden could feel it almost immediately as he picked it up. The bloodlust of the blade itself being directed towards him, almost challenging him in a way.
"H-hey wait," the store owner sputtered as Kaden eyed the blade, inspecting it with his haki, "Not that swords, it's not for sale, it's-"
"Cursed, right?" Kaden grinned, grabbing the hilt and unsheathing the blade to inspect its gleaming, razor sharp curved edge, "I could feel it from all the way outside. Sandai Kitetsu, huh?"
"You knew?" the man gaped at him.
"Anyone worth their salt would be able to feel it," Kaden replied as he inspected it, unbothered by the bloodlust being directed at him from the blade, "I'll take it." he looked over his shoulder at the man.
"No, even if you know, I can't sell it to you, every owner this sword has had in the past has met a tragic end because of it!" he vehemently denied selling him the blade, "If you die because of it, it would be like I killed you myself."
"Hardly, it would just be my lacking strength that made that happen," Kaden shook his head, an amusing idea suddenly coming to mind, "How about we test it?"
"Eh?" the shop owner blinked, giving him a confused look.
In reply, Kaden merely smirked and tossed the blade itself into the air, before holding his arm out. If he couldn't even match up to East Blue Zoro, then he shouldn't bother carrying a sword at all.
"Wait wait wait! That sword is the real deal, it will slice right through your arm!" the man panicked as the blade spun in multiple arcs in the air before falling down towards his arm.
No it wouldn't.
Not when he tensed it with Tekkai. And there wasn't any true power being put behind the blade right now.
A split moment passed, before the blade neared his arm-
And narrowly missed it, arcing around his forearm to stab into the ground and slide straight down to the hilt, stabbing through the ground like a hot knife through butter.
Sandai Kitetsu's sharpness was no joke.
It wasn't anything to do with luck. The blade was waiting for a worthy wielder who would take it into great battles was what Kaden could summarise. He simply passed its test.
"Good boy," Kaden's smirk grew as he reached down and pulled the blade out, sliding it back into its sheath and turning to face the shop owner, "Like I said, I'll be taking this sword."
"Oh….wow," the man stared at Kaden in absolute shock, gaping at him for a few moments, before shaking his head a wide grin spreading across his face, "Wait here a moment boy!"
Kaden's smirk grew a little bit as the short man dashed through the door behind him leading deeper into the weapons store.
Before a moment later, dashing back through now carrying something covered by a large purple cloth. He placed it down on the counter, before pulling back the purple cloth to reveal a blade within a gleaming ebony black and gold sheath atop a small sword stand.
"The make is black lacquer," the man shot his grin towards Kaden as he grabbed the blade by its deep black hilt, "And the blade's temper pattern completely uneven. This is one of the fifty skilled grade words, Yubashiri. My shop isn't much, but this is by far the finest sword, or weapon in general I own, even better than that Sandai Kitetsu you just picked up."
The bloodlust from the blade in his hand that had quieted down, suddenly spiked at the mans declaration.
It wasn't happy to be called worse than Yubashiri at all.
"How about it?" the shop owner stared directly into Kaden's eyes, "You said you were looking for two right? How about taking this fine blade out with you? I can see it in your eyes, you're different from the rabble that call themselves swordsmen these days and never amount to anything."
Somehow, Kaden's smirk managed to grow even wider.
'Sorry Zoro, but I'm not so good a guy I'd pass up the chance at swords like these.' Kaden mentally apologized
He accepted.