One Piece: The Strongest Asura

The sheer power of Zallor's strike left everyone astounded. This level of talent was nearly unheard of, especially in a world where the ancient methods of cultivation were all but forgotten. To see someone capable of utilizing such raw and refined power was nothing short of miraculous.

"He actually pulled it off. If he were using a proper weapon, his strength would be unimaginable," the Zhuo family patriarch remarked, his voice tinged with awe. "And to think his body is still so fragile... yet he's already producing strikes equivalent to a first-level swordsman's power. Incredible."

He analyzed Zallor's performance further, noting that the young man had not even used qi to enhance his attack. Despite this, the force behind his slash was equivalent to a first-level swordsman in the upper tier when qi was factored in. What's more, Zallor's strength wasn't reliant on qi reserves that could be depleted; it stemmed entirely from his own physical prowess. If his stamina and control improved, his potential would be limitless.

"This is just as that person said," Zhuo Yuan chimed in, excitement flickering in his eyes. "Young Master Zallor is destined to rise. With him, the Zhuo family will surely reclaim its former glory! We must ensure his abilities remain hidden until the time is right."

Zhuo Yuan's elation was palpable. The possibility of nurturing a prodigy skilled in the ancient arts filled him with hope. Such a talent, unshackled by the limitations of modern methods, held the potential to grow indefinitely. However, one glaring issue stood in their way: Zallor couldn't communicate with them.

"How is this possible? A normal person doesn't just forget how to speak their native language," Zhuo Yuan said, perplexed. "And there's something... dangerous about his aura. It's like standing near a beast ready to pounce."

Meanwhile, Zallor took stock of himself. His body was adapting surprisingly well to his strength. In a short time, he'd achieved a level of synergy that spoke to the physique's latent potential.

"At least I didn't dislocate anything this time," Zallor muttered, inspecting his arms. "This body's tougher than I thought. Luffy, everyone... wait for me. I'll become even stronger."

However, his inability to fully control his strength was a recurring issue. The shattered axe handle served as a grim reminder of what could go wrong in a critical moment. He recalled a lesson from Mihawk, the greatest swordsman he had ever faced: A sword is not just a weapon; it is an extension of its wielder. A broken blade is a sign of an incomplete journey.

Zallor glanced at the Zhuo patriarch and Zhuo Yuan. He couldn't fathom why they were helping him. Did they want to recruit him? Did they have other motives? Their words were a mystery, their language incomprehensible.

"You've done well, my son," the patriarch said, though Zallor couldn't understand him. "From now on, I'll ensure you grow even stronger. But first, we need to teach you our language. Without proper communication, we'll be at an impasse."

"Master, I suggest we find a tutor for the young master immediately," Zhuo Yuan interjected. "If he remains unable to speak our language, it'll be challenging to guide him in cultivation. The Zhuo family's future rests on his shoulders. If he ever reaches the tenth level... the possibilities would be endless."

The patriarch nodded solemnly. "Agreed. We need to uncover what happened during the month he was missing. How did he grow so strong? And that aura of his... it feels so primal. So dangerous."

For Zallor, the inability to understand their language was equally frustrating. "Damn it, what are they saying? I need to figure out how to learn their language soon. I can't even ask for directions without someone trying to kill me!"

He recalled a particularly absurd encounter the day before when he had asked a passerby for directions, only to be attacked. This place was wild and chaotic, unlike anywhere he'd been before.

Despite the language barrier, Zallor could sense no hostility from the Zhuo family. On the contrary, their eyes were filled with something he hadn't experienced in years—acceptance, perhaps even warmth. It was strange but not unwelcome.

"For now, prepare a meal," the patriarch commanded. "Let's give him a proper welcome. And see to it that we find a teacher for him. If he can't speak, it'll only make things harder for him in the future."

When the meal was served, Zallor realized how long it had been since he'd had a decent meal. The dishes were unfamiliar, but he didn't care. He dove in with the hunger of someone who had been starved for days.

The Zhuo family watched in stunned silence as he devoured everything in sight.

"Is he... really this hungry?" Zhuo Yuan muttered, wide-eyed.

The patriarch, too, was taken aback. "Our eldest son... what has he been through to end up like this?"

To Zallor, the meal was nothing short of a feast. It reminded him of his early days at sea when survival often meant enduring hunger. No matter how strange or foreign the food was, he ate without hesitation. After all, nothing mattered more than staying strong and ready for whatever lay ahead.

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