Kikumori. A word that comes from the Flower Chrysanthemum, and vigor. It can also mean to Cut and Slice, or Accumulate and Pile upon.
When Kikumori was Forged by Daichi Morgan, he had intended it to be just as its name implied. It was as if through the sheer want and manifestation of wishing to craft a blade with an ability, he was able to do so.
It took him six months. Six months of slaving away over the billows, hammering away, finding the materials, crafting them each by hand. From the wrappings in the diamond shaped Tsuka. Even after the blade had been forged. He waited until it was ready to put it all together, did he finally sign the tang. It was here, where he put his own name, did he put the small words that cemented what he wished for the blade to be capable of.
'Kikumori' A Blade of Vigor, Juvination, and Accumulation. Something able to change, or Remain unchanged. Its curse was to cause its wielder to accumulate damage to themselves. But its balancing power, was to relieve its weilder of that pain, and as a payoff, let the user determine its sharpness. From dullness that would be only comparable to a wooden kendo stick, to the sharpness that split the air.
This was the Curse of Kikumori.
And Kale had just willed it to obey him. Tamed, and under his command like a wild beast on a thick chain who only listens to who first bested it
"Grand Thorn Garden!" Vines and roses grew from McBanes body as Kale dashed towards him! A dozen of the Vines attempted to attack him, but with minimal strength the blade cleaning sliced through like warm butter!
It just made the application of 'Finesse' that much easier!
One, two, Three! Then another and another! Kale sliced through the dozens of Silver Roses that were actively being propelled and controlled by McBane!
In between all of the sword strokes, Kale resheated Senkusha and was using Kikumori with two hands! "Itoryu: Ippon Senga!"
His attack was one single continuous stroke! Flowing up and down then going around!
Boom! In a tremendous clash, McBane collided with The Bloody Ronin. The power caused him to be pushed backwards, forcing him to use his Silver-Silver Fruit to brace himself and his blade from behind!
"Gotta say. I'm real excited now to face off whatever that Cauldron guy has planned!" The First Mates expression was wild and frantic! It was like the look that his captain would get in the heat of battle!
"I didn't become the Fifth Strongest in this crew for nothing!" Pier retorted, the clashed from side to side, blades grinding against each other and forcing them up and down! Strike after strike sent sparks into the air!
No matter what McBane did, it seemed it wasn't enough. Even using his Gin Gin to reinforce his body, and adding slight weight to his blade to give it just that much more mass behind his strikes, it didn't budge The First Mate!
Crash!
With a quick move, Kale thrust the Rapier up into the air! And then commanded the blade to dull! Its luster suddenly left where it looked as if it was a tarnished slab of metal! "Nibui Naderu–"
"Kizu!" It was like being slammed with a bar of iron! The force was blunt, causing McBane to be sent flying backwards! Kale was setting up his final strike….
McBane had only been with Barbary for 3 years…It was a year after his bout with Kale that he traveled into the Grand Line. And had been unfortunate enough to fall into a line of work that put him in direct contact with the Marshal.
But he saw it as an opportunity. Sure, the Slaving left a bad taste in his mouth. But he didn't mind it, turned a blind eye to it if it meant that he could grow in strength!
He figured he was in the Prime of his Life. Only at age 52. But– It was in the time with barbary that he unconsciously figured that he just didn't have the will to grow as strong as he wished. But even then. He was given the Title of the fifth Motorhead.
"Grah…Haff…Haff." McBane plunged his sword into the ground, slicing through the ground to force himself to a stop.
"Ittoryu Iai…" Masamune resheated Kikumori, dug his feet into the ground and disappeared!
The only thing that McBane could see was the visible sonic boom and where Kale was before he suddenly appeared in front of him! It was an absolute blitz!
"Kuroumigame!" With one stroke he cut McBane, then coming to a stop behind him, But by then– The blade was already resheathed.
It felt like many moments passed, as silence permeated the once loudly echoing City. When not even a second had passed.
"Grah!" Pier McBane screamed! Blood exploded from his arm as it had been disconnected just below the shoulder! Literally disarming him in two senses of the word!
"Eahh! Gra– Haff…Hah…" He fell back to his knees, clutching at his arm. "Heh…Heff…" The sheer sharpness of the blade was enough that it had sliced right through the nerves, causing the pain to be many fold worse than any normal cut!
He couldn't take it, his forehead slammed into the ground as he grit his teeth, rolling onto his back, he saw Kale finally approaching.
"I think that's enough blood spilt, for this bout." Kale said with confidence "Whatever happened to that attitude of living by the sword and dying by it?"
"You might if you don't get that Taken care of. But an Opponent already dealt with doesn't need an execution. You can let your failure be that for you." The Red Sash Pirate spun on his heel and was ready to walk away.
"Wait. Whats your bounty? I wanna know that I was at least beaten by someone superior…."
"I think your current state speaks for it more than any number could." He walked away. McBane left only to begin laughing
"Gihaha! Gihahahaha!"