Odin family of pirates

Kirby just stayed there.

Odin found a few wooden boards and made a simple cot for Kerby. He found a few layers of tattered cotton cloth to lay on it and fell asleep for the time being.

There were only two rooms in the house, one for the old drunkard and three teenagers sharing one, which made Meisner very dissatisfied.

During lunch, Kebi volunteered.

To everyone's expectation, it was very complete, with vegetables and soup, and the taste was good, making everyone a feast.

Everyone was generous with their praise, which made Kebi very excited.

in the afternoon.

Odin found a thick branch of suitable size for Kerby and asked him to practice with him.

Starting from the most basic movements, Kebi was physically weak and was sweating profusely even after practicing for a while.

However, although he was timid and cowardly, he had a strong energy in his heart and gritted his teeth and persevered.

At night, Odin found the old drunkard alone and asked about Kirby's progress.

"The pink-haired boy's swordsmanship talent is average."

"What kind of general?" Odin asked.

"How should I put it? You're not worthy of practicing with me." The old drunkard said in an arrogant tone.

"Old man, what kind of level are you, talking so wildly?" Odin squinted his eyes, pretending to be disdainful.

"You kid, don't try to talk to me. There are some things I haven't told you yet."

The old drunkard changed the subject and said sternly: "I really don't recommend him to practice with you. It's better to find a martial arts studio where he can be more comfortable."

Odin opened his mouth but made no sound.

It shouldn't be, this guy Kebi's talent shouldn't be bad.

Could it be that the old drunkard didn't teach me enough, and that the dog-headed lieutenant general was needed?

"Boy, what kind of eyes do you have?"

The old drunkard looked at Odin's slightly disgusted expression and felt inexplicably unhappy. He just wanted to hit him with a chestnut.

"I see!"

Odin's sudden suddenness frightened the old drunkard, and he said angrily:

"You know what you know?"

"Do you know taijutsu? Six-style type."

"How do you know the Six Styles?" the old drunkard asked suspiciously.

"Can you not?"

Odin thought of the scene when Kirby appeared in the original work. In a short period of time, he followed Garp to learn the "Shaving", "Moon Step" and "Land Kick" among the six moves, proving that his talent is reflected in physical skills rather than swordsmanship. .

"I disdain..." Before the old drunkard could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by Odin.

"Then it won't."

The old drunkard glared and gritted his teeth as he stared at Odin.

Odin looked normal.

half an hour.

The old man was helpless and sighed.

"I know something else."

......

in the next few days.

Kerby ran to his aunt every day to get some wine and bring it to the old drunkard.

The old man was happy and took advantage of the situation to teach Kebi the basic movements of punching and kicking.

This time, Kerby learned quickly.

The old man also saw Kebi's talent in physical skills, changed his eyes on him, and was deeply moved by Odin's eyes.

Meisner, on the other hand, disliked Kerby and always tried to provoke and bully him.

Kerby did not resist and quietly took over all the housework, leaving Meisner more time to learn swordsmanship.

Odin didn't say anything about it. There are some things you have to rely on yourself.

......

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Odin's swordsmanship has progressed rapidly, and he has reached LV9. He has a solid foundation in sword swings and can accurately hit any point in front of him that he wants to attack.

In the words of an old drunkard, Odin and Meissner have almost completed the "basics of kendo" and can move on to the next stage - the method of exerting force.

Once they officially enter the second stage, the two can apply what they have learned into actual combat.

After Odin learned about it, he immediately started preparing a plan to "buy a knife".

After all, if you just rely on training, your level will increase too slowly. You won't be able to get out of the mountain in ten or a half years. You still have to rely on the system's experience rewards for killing monsters.

The first step when buying a knife is to find a middleman.

That night.

Odin came alone to the middle area between the first block and the town, where there was a dense grove, which was said to be artificially planted.

After wandering at the edge of the grove for a while, Odin suddenly heard a slight whistle.

Looking over, he saw a dark figure leaning against the tree, greeting him.

"First time?"

The dark figure is small and thin, barely 1.5 meters tall. Wearing a Cordoba hat and a black mask, his entire face is hidden in the darkness.

"My name is Sherlock, you can call me Sherlock."

Seeing Odin's confused look, Sherlock chuckled.

"I was just joking to let you relax and come with me."

"I just feel cold."

Odin shrugged and followed Sherlock into the woods.

After twisting and turning all the way, the two came to a more open place. There were many cabins scattered here, and the door of each cabin was marked with a number.

Sherlock took Odin into a wooden house numbered 15, turned his head and chuckled.

"If this cooperation is pleasant, you can come to me in cabin No. 15 in the future... Do you know why it is No. 15?"

"Because 15 is your lucky number?"

Odin responded casually, but he kept looking at the environment in the room from the corner of his eye.

The house is simple and clean, with only a bed, a desk and two stools.

"No no no."

After Sherlock invited Odin to sit down, he shook his head and smiled: "Because I am only 1.5 meters tall."

"It's really cold."

"Cold jokes are a way for me to attract customers... Tell me about your needs?" Sherlock took out pen and paper from the table.

"Maybe it's a way to drive away customers, I don't know... Knives, I need two knives, knives that can fight wild beasts." Odin stated his needs.

Sherlock only thought briefly before making an offer.

"The lowest-end knife is [-] beli, and the better one is [-] beli. The best knife I can provide is [-] beli."

Odin shook his head and remained silent.

Sherlock chuckled and said: "You can go to other people's stores and ask about the price. If there is one with a lower price than mine, be careful. The quality will definitely not meet your requirements."

"Okay, wait for me for a while."

Odin was not polite and went out to other wooden houses to ask about the price.

It took me a while to come back and get straight to the point.

"When will a 4W Bailey's arrive?"

"Pay a deposit of two thousand Baileys first, and come and pick up the goods at this time in a week." Sherlock smiled.

"make a deal."

Odin paid the deposit and left Cabin 15.

After walking for a long time, I walked out of the woods and returned home.

"Old man, do you have Bailey there?"

The old drunkard covered his pockets with a cautious look on his face.

"No, not at all!"

"Okay, don't get excited."

Odin had no choice but to borrow it from Uncle Jack.

If Jack doesn't lend it to him, then let Kerby borrow it... Anyway, he must get the knife.

I can earn about 8000 beli by picking a lot of mountain products every day. It stands to reason that I can save enough money in five days.

But the problem is that under the high-intensity training every day, a few people can eat a lot of food, and they can't save money at all.

After Odin possesses the talent of self-healing, while his recovery power is enhanced, his appetite also increases significantly.

It can be said that Odin did not survive.

He didn't hold up, but some people were full and had nothing to do.

"Little glasses, let's practice?" The speaker was Meisner, who was looking at Kerby with a provocative face.

Little Glasses was his nickname for Kebi, which was full of contempt.

Kebi was a little surprised when he heard this, and waved his hands repeatedly: "Forget it, forget it, I am no match for you, Mr. Wheat!"

"Boy, how many times do I have to say this? If you call me Mai again, I will beat you to death!"

Meisner said, pushing Kerby to the ground with a condescending look.

From the bottom of his heart, he despised a softie like Kebi, and he didn't know why Odin brought him home.

"Wheat, don't do anything." Odin frowned.

No matter how hard you look at the other person, you can understand them even if they say a few trash words. This is considered as training your ability to withstand stress.

But it's not possible to do it... Since we live together, we are considered our own.

But then again, bullying is the least stressful when your own people bully you.

Seeing that Odin was a little dissatisfied, Meisner calmed down his emotions and silently went to the side to practice his sword skills.

The old drunkard sat on the steps and watched all this, smiling heartlessly and sipping wine from time to time, just to watch it as a show.

At his age, what has he not experienced?

Friendship, betrayal, success, failure...

It can be said that he has experienced everything except the bullshit love.