Chapter 344: Whitebeard: Rengoku Kyojuro, Be My Son!

Shinobu Kocho did not refuse; she followed by the old man's side and briefly recounted the appearance of Muzan Kibutsuji and the founding of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"It's quite miserable, isn't it? A world like this."

Shinobu Kocho maintained a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with grief and sorrow.

Countless people had witnessed with their own eyes those closest to them wanting to devour them, falling into the state of demons that gnaw on internal organs.

Even her sister, who was so gentle and kind, and even willing to try and coexist peacefully with demons, had died at the hands of a demon.

This was a world of despair.

Abandoned by the gods. A pair of large hands suddenly landed on Shinobu Kocho's head.

Garp keenly sensed Shinobu Kocho's low spirits; he did not express his opinion on this world, but simply laughed loudly: "So, you are still fighting, aren't you?"

Shinobu Kocho raised her head, feeling the warm palm covering her head like a hat, almost enveloping her entire head.

The physical fitness of people from other worlds is truly enviable, this was Shinobu Kocho's first reaction.

Even if not a player, just by virtue of such a robust and massive physique, could he not rival Mr. Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira?

"Even if your bodies are frail, you still found weapons like the Nichirin Sword to fight against powerful demons!"

"Even without gods, you still fight for humanity!"

"Fang Yi once said that some worlds do indeed have the existence of gods, but most gods are fellows with terrible and wretched personalities."

"They do not care about the life and death of humans."

"The Samsara Game is not an agent of the gods, so it will not redeem humanity either, but it is willing to give those wills that fight to realize their wishes a chance to change their fate."

"Perhaps, this is the reason why the Samsara Game appeared in the Ninja World, the Pirate World, and the Demon Slayer Continent?"

Garp, who was always thick-skinned, would throw his own grandson into deep mountains and bottomless abysses, or tie him to a hot air balloon to fly into the sky, but he was exceptionally gentle toward Shinobu Kocho.

"Thank you, old gentleman."

Shinobu Kocho's eyes were slightly red; she understood that the old Navy gentleman was trying to enlighten her.

A realization dawned in her heart.

All this time, although she had trained hard and hunted demons, her heart had been in a state of confusion.

Because of her sister's death, she felt the despair of this world; such a gentle and kind person had died on the path of her ideals, and she subconsciously and pessimistically believed that the Demon Slayer Corps, which symbolized those ideals, was destined to struggle to eliminate demons.

"A will that longs to realize a wish, is it?"

Shinobu Kocho whispered: "I want to become stronger, I want to kill all the man-eating demons!"

"My sister's wish for humans and demons to coexist peacefully is not my wish; that kind of gentle smile does not suit me!"

The gentle smile that had been hanging on Shinobu Kocho's face ever since her sister died vanished at this moment.

Although still exquisite and beautiful, she no longer deliberately imitated the gentleness of Kanae.

She looked a bit more spirited and natural.

"I will resurrect my sister; she can realize her own wish herself!"

Hum.

As if in witness to her no longer continuing to pretend,

An exquisite black Invitation Letter slowly drifted down and landed directly on Shinobu Kocho's palm.

On the other side, Whitebeard laughed heartily,

Wielding Murakumogiri, he continuously reaped the Biochemical Ghosts.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the Flame Hashira, the Wind Hashira, and others, he single-handedly cut off the tide-like army of Biochemical Ghosts.

"So strong, is this really power that a human can possess?"

Looking at Whitebeard, who was wreathed in crimson mist,

Rengoku Kyojuro was filled with envy; it took him several consecutive strikes to sever the neck of a Biochemical Ghost and deplete its health bar.

Just at this moment,

An invisible Crazy Baby suddenly appeared, leaped high, and its long, narrow nails stabbed toward the back of Whitebeard's head.

"Watch out!"

Rengoku Kyojuro rushed up quickly, his blade wrapped in flames, and slashed at the back of the Crazy Baby, but failed to kill it.

Crack!

The sound of space splitting; Whitebeard didn't even turn his head, simply activating the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and the vibrating cracks tore the Crazy Baby's body apart.

"A fellow with a warm heart like you will only delay the hunting of Pollution Monsters."

Whitebeard turned his head and looked down at Rengoku Kyojuro with his striking hair color.

"Although you are not yet a player, the Reward Points and experience from hunting Pollution Monsters will still accumulate, and you can use them once you become a player!"

"You can become even stronger!"

A bit like a Maotouying, looking rather dazed.

Clearly possessing strength superior to those ordinary Swordsmen, yet he timidly hid in the center of the crowd; Whitebeard's Observation Haki was enough for him to take in the situation of the nearby battlefield without even trying.

He felt the other party had some potential, which was why he couldn't help but say a few words.

"If one views powerful strength as a talent bestowed by the heavens, then protecting the weak is the inherent responsibility of the strong!"

Rengoku Kyojuro's voice was loud and clear, just like a good student answering a teacher's question.

Whitebeard was slightly startled, then laughed loudly: "Without powerful strength, how can you protect the group of people around you?"

"I have come into contact with a player from the Demon Slayer Continent, apparently the guy who is the City Lord of a town called Asakusa?"

"He said your world has monsters called demons that are countless times stronger than humans; if you just give up the chance to become stronger like this, how can you contend with demons?"

Whitebeard was very strong.

Since childhood, he had possessed a body and talent far surpassing ordinary people in the Pirate World, and he had spent his whole life in slaughter and battle, knowing deeply that weakness could never protect the people around him.

Only by being strong enough oneself can one protect one's own family.

"If one abandons the people they want to protect right now just because they aren't strong enough or want to become stronger, then even if they become stronger in the future, they will still make the same weak choices!"

"Uncle Giant, you are wrong!"

Rengoku Kyojuro responded loudly.

His personality was just like that; he could get along with anyone, but he also stood by his own ideas and would not be swayed by changes in his environment.

Shinazugawa Sanemi, standing to the side, was somewhat worried, fearing that Rengoku Kyojuro would be slapped to death by the Whitebeard Giant for contradicting him like that.

"Gurararara!"

Whitebeard bent down, grabbed Rengoku Kyojuro directly, and threw him like a shot put into the area where the red Biochemical Ghosts were most dense.

"You loud-mouthed, stubborn brat, how dare you contradict me?"

"With the Samsara Game here, they won't die at all; do they need your protection?"

Although Whitebeard's tone was reprimanding, his eyes were full of laughter as he shouted: "Your mind is too rigid, you need to be tempered properly; go take a good bath in the tide of Biochemical Ghosts!"

Rengoku Kyojuro, who was not a player, had not yet wrapped his head around it.

Under the rules of the Samsara Game, no one would die; what he needed to do now was temporarily set aside his desire to protect the weak and crazily earn Reward Points to become stronger.

Appreciation.

This was Whitebeard's emotion.

He rarely encountered a young person as pure as Rengoku Kyojuro.

Most importantly, the will that Rengoku Kyojuro expressed coincided, to a certain extent, with Whitebeard's own thoughts.

He was also someone willing to risk his life to protect his family.

If one of his sons were captured by the Marine Headquarters,

even if the Whitebeard Pirates were not as strong as the opponent, he would still lead the charge rather than choose to endure and watch his son be executed.

"Uncle Giant, that is too rude!"

Rengoku Kyojuro's voice came from within the red tide of ghosts.

"Is there anything rude about wanting to make one's son stronger?"

Whitebeard laughed heartily and also shouted aloud: "Rengoku Kyojuro, come be my son!"

(End of chapter)