Babysitting Whitebeard’s Crew:How I Accidentally Became a Teen Emperor

The dual-sword style isn't suitable? 

Vista stood frozen. Disbelief etched across his face. 

How could this be possible? 

From the day he became a pirate, he'd fought with two swords in hand. His journey to becoming the Fifth Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates had always been defined by his dual-sword style. 

For decades, he had honed his skills with this very style. The mere suggestion that it might not be suitable for him shook the foundation of his beliefs. 

"Lucas, I've practised the dual-sword style for decades! How could it not suit me?" 

Vista's tone carried a hint of defiance, his pride as a swordsman refusing to yield. 

Namur, standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up in Vista's defence. "Lucas, with all due respect, Vista's dual-swordsmanship is among the best in the seas! Aside from someone like Mihawk, who else can confidently say they could defeat him?" 

Lucas, unfazed, smiled. "Oh, is that so?" 

He turned to Vista, his gaze piercing. "Vista, let me ask you—what is your ultimate goal in kendo?" 

Vista didn't hesitate. "To become the world's greatest swordsman!" 

His voice carried the conviction of a dream he had nurtured since the day he picked up his blades. Like countless other swordsmen, this was the ultimate honour he pursued. 

Lucas nodded. "A noble goal. But let me ask you this—why haven't you surpassed Mihawk all these years? Is it due to a lack of effort? A lack of talent?" 

Vista frowned, caught off guard by the question. 

Effort? He had poured his blood, sweat, and tears into his training. 

Talent? His mastery of dual-swordsmanship was proof enough of his natural gifts. 

He clenched his fists, frustration welling up inside him. If it wasn't effort or talent, then what was it? 

Lucas continued, his voice calm but probing. "Vista, how many swords does the world's greatest swordsman Mihawk use?" 

"One," Vista replied instinctively. 

"And Shanks? Where does his swordsmanship rank?" 

"Second, maybe third at most," Vista answered, realizing the pattern. 

"And how many swords does Shanks use?" 

"One…" Vista's voice trailed off as the realization began to dawn on him. 

Lucas delivered the final blow. "Shimotsuki Ryuma, the swordsman known as the greatest in 800 years—how many swords did he use?" 

Vista's breath hitched. "Ryuma… was a single-sword swordsman…" 

Ryuma, the pinnacle of swordsmanship, is revered as the embodiment of a true swordsman. The honour of being called a "Swordsman" in its purest form. 

Lucas's words struck like a blade to his heart. 

"You already know the answer, Vista. You've always known," Lucas said gently. 

Vista's mind raced. The greatest swordsmen in history—Mihawk, Shanks, Ryuma—are all single-sword practitioners. Could his reliance on dual swords be the very thing holding him back? 

For years, Vista had plateaued, and his progress in kendo was stagnant. He'd attributed it to external factors, never questioning his choice of style. 

But now, faced with this undeniable truth, he saw the path forward with startling clarity. 

Could he give up the dual-sword style that had defined him for so long? 

The answer came swiftly. 

Yes, it was worth it. 

If adopting a single-sword style could reignite his pursuit of becoming the world's greatest swordsman, then he would embrace it wholeheartedly. 

"Lucas," Vista said, his voice resolute, "thank you for your guidance. I owe you a debt I can never repay." 

Lucas smiled, his tone light. "I'll take your gratitude. But promise me this—if you find a swordsmanship style that suits you, you'll become the strongest swordsman in kendo." 

Vista nodded solemnly. "I swear it!" 

With newfound determination, Vista turned and headed toward the cliff hut to find the comic that would mark the beginning of his new journey. 

Namur, clutching the Biography of Kisame with a grin, followed suit, eager to unlock his own destiny. 

Just as peace returned, the system's voice rang in Lucas's mind. 

[Ding! Little Oars Jr. has completed the third layer of the super-multiplying technique. Host gains the same training progress.] 

[Ding! Host gains 45,000 mysterious energy points.] 

Lucas's eyes widened slightly. 

"One million mysterious energy points… Finally enough!"