Sailing: Weapon Fruit, I Rub The Flow Blade With My Hands

The sword is so powerful that it can be used in many ways.

“Does it have to be fast and far?”

After Rosen decided to use the devil fruit to solve this problem, the name of a Zanpakuto immediately came to his mind.

God’s Spear.

A Zanpakuto with a short blade that looks ordinary, but can be freely extended and changed in length after the initial release, increasing its attack speed and strength.

Especially after the Bankai.

The extension speed is 500 times the speed of sound, and the extended distance is 13 kilometers.

With such a speed and such a distance.

Even if Bondi Waldo fired at him at 10 kilometers, and then let the other party run another 2 kilometers with 100 times the speed of the moon, he would still have time to kill him.

As for close combat, there is no need for the God-killing Gun.

The God-killing Gun is enough.

“Rosen, you are not really going to listen to Borsalino, are you?”

“Haki, swordsmanship, physical skills, these are the noble and righteous ways. Once you have mastered them, they will always be your strength.”

“As for the devil fruit, it’s not bad, but it’s easy to be targeted and there is a possibility of losing it.”

Zeff saw that Rosen seemed to be persuaded by Borsalino and did not follow the noble and righteous path of swordsman, but instead went for the devil fruit. He couldn’t help but regret bringing Borsalino.

“As long as you are strong enough, you can’t be targeted.”

“As long as you are strong enough, you won’t lose it.”

“Neither seastone nor the sea can threaten you.”

Borsalino did not show any weakness.

“Speak nicely, don’t fight.”

Seeing that the teacher and the senior were getting more and more angry, and they were about to show the black wrist and the Ame-no-Kuroku sword if they disagreed, Rosen had to interrupt the confrontation between the two.

“What do you mean?”

Zeffa looked at Rosen with burning eyes.

“Junior, people should be good at adapting.”

Borsalino seemed to be reminding Rosen, but in fact he was confronting Zefa.

“I mean not to make a choice.”

Facing the gazes of the two, Rosen raised his left and right hands at the same time:

“I want the swordsmanship of the great swordsman.”

“I also want the ability of the devil fruit.”

“As long as it is power, then I want it all.”

Rosen said while making a fist.

Zeffa wanted to say that he could not chew too much when he heard it, and no one could master all abilities at the same time and reach the extreme of all abilities, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, he thought of Rosen’s situation.

Three days.

Three colors of domineering, all skills, all learned.

Self-created dynamic and static blood outfits, Qi body source and six warehouses of immortal thieves, and the Feilian kick that he just learned in the time of cooking.

For other people, it may not be possible to practice a domineering in three days.

But Rosen only took three days to do what many people could not do even after reincarnation for several lifetimes.

“I may be right, but it is wrong to impose this set of ideas on Rosen.”

“He is a monster that has never been seen in the Grand Line.”

“Haki, swordsmanship, physical skills, fruit ability, he can reach the top of each path, and it won’t take too long.”

At this point, Zefa was relieved.

“Junior.”

“Just follow your own ideas.”

“Senior, I will give you some constructive suggestions. If you think it is useful, then listen to it. If you think it is useless, then just pretend you haven’t heard it.”

Borsalino looked at Rosen deeply.

He himself is a person who walks all the routes at the same time.

In addition to the domineering Haki that he was born without, he is proficient in armament Haki and observation Haki, swordsmanship, physical skills, and fruit ability, but except for the flash fruit, other abilities have not reached the limit of their respective fields.

Swordsmanship is not as strong as Hawkeye Mihawk.

His physical skills are not as good as Garp.

His Armament Haki is also inferior to the above two.

As for his Observation Haki, he is not as good as Gol D. Roger and Baloric Redfield.

But Rosen.

From the time they met until now, even though it has only been a few days, Borsalino feels that the junior in front of him can do what he wants to do but can never do.

Master all the power systems of this sea, and each one reaches the extreme.

“I will.”

Rosen nodded slightly.

All of them.

Hexagonal Warrior.

This has always been his idea, and no one can change it.

But now, of course, he will rub a Zanpakutō first.

After all, rubbing the divine spear with your hands, you only need hands, and it doesn’t take long.

Unlike swordsmanship and domineering, it takes a lot of time.

Even for him, it will take a year and a half,

Only then can you stand at the top of the sea.

After making a decision and calming down the conflict between Zefa and Borsalino, Rosen, who was full of wine and food, focused on the power of the fruit and continued to finish the things he had not done before dinner.

As his mind settled, a picture gradually emerged in his mind until it occupied all his thoughts.

…

The entrance of the Soul Society, which was as magnificent and majestic as a palace.

Wearing a death suit and as strong as a giant, Sidanfang leaned down, grabbed the bottom of the door with both hands, and then exerted force with both arms.

Creak

The heavy door was opened by him bit by bit until it was lifted above his head.

However.

As the door was pushed open, his face changed.

“What happened?”

Seeing this, the orange hedgehog-headed boy next to him, who was also wearing a death suit, poked his head out from behind Sidanfang and looked into the interior of the Soul Society.

Wearing a captain’s haori and a death suit inside.

With short silver hair and narrowed eyes, he exuded a venomous coldness, and a slightly raised mouth, giving people a fox-like cunning.

He just stood quietly at the entrance of the Soul Society, looking at everyone in front of him with a smile.

“Captain of the third division.”

“Ichimaru Gin.”

The muscles of Sidanfang were tense, and sweat was pouring down his face and back.

“That won’t do!”

“The doorman is not there to open the door.”

“Do you understand?”

Ichimaru Gin stared at Sidanfang with a smile.

“I was defeated.”

“It’s natural for a defeated doorman to open the door.”

Although Sidanfang was sweating profusely from fear, he still gritted his teeth and said.

“What are you talking about?”

“A defeated guard shouldn’t open the door.”

“A defeated guard should mean death.”

Ichimaru Gin was still smiling, but with a hint of coldness compared to before.

Then, he said no more, but turned around and walked away. After walking about fifty meters, he suddenly stopped, turned his back to the hedgehog-headed boy and Sidanfang, and slowly pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist.

“What?”

“It’s so far away.”

“Are you going to throw the dagger over?”

The hedgehog-headed boy was confused.

“It’s not a dagger.”

“This is my Zanpakuto.”

Ichimaru Gin turned his head and glanced at the hedgehog-headed boy, then turned around suddenly, aiming the dagger in his hand at him from a distance, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, and a terrifying sense of oppression burst out from his body.

“Shoot him.”

“God’s gun.”

As soon as the voice fell.

The short sword in his hand had already extended out, turning into a cold silver light, piercing the air in front of him, stirring up circles of spiral airflow, and then shooting out at a speed faster than the speed of sound.

Clang

The hedgehog-headed boy’s eyes blurred, and he only had time to block the Zanpakutō in his hand like a shield in front of him, and then he and the sword, together with the giant-like Sidanfang behind him, were knocked out by the rushing silver light.

Without the support of Sidanfang, the gate of Seireitei fell down with a bang.

“Bye.”

Ichimaru Gin put away his sword and stood, waving to the hedgehog-headed boy who was knocked out of the door by him.

As for the magic gun in his hand, it had returned to the harmless short sword posture at some point, and he put it back into the scabbard.

Bang

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, and the door closed with a sound.

At the same time

Gin Ichimaru, the hedgehog-headed boy, Sidanfang, and even the ancient and mysterious Soul Society, all of these scenes were shattered in an instant.

It was like a mirage, illusory and unreal.

But just after Rosen visualized Gin Ichimaru using the magic gun, a piece of information emerged in his mind.

[You have an extraordinary understanding. Through visualization of your own understanding, combined with the superhuman weapon fruit, you have realized your exclusive skill: the magic gun. ]

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