Pirates: Justice at Sea

"Character Panel: Yamamoto Genryanagi Shigekuni (0%)

Swordsmanship: 0%

Boxing: 0%

Shunpo: 0%

Ghost way: 0%

Zanpakuto: Flowing blade like fire (unawakened)"

"..." Aizen was speechless for a while, "This panel is so sloppy."

"The host, the simple panel can not only facilitate your operation, but also intuitively reflect the information."

"Okay, okay, that's pretty good." Aizen waved his hands helplessly.

"Then what does the 0% mean?" Aizen asked puzzled.

"The percentage behind each skill refers to the percentage of the character's ability that you inherit. If all of them reach 100%, then your strength is almost the same as that of the character in its heyday."

Suddenly, Aizen thought of something, "Then will I inherit his character or memory?"

Aizen's expression suddenly became serious. After all, no one wanted to be influenced and become a stranger.

"Host, don't worry, the system has already taken this into consideration, you will only inherit his skills,

If it is memorized, at most it will inherit the memory of his skills, such as sword moves, the perception of each skill, etc. "

"Huh~" Aizen let out a long sigh of relief, "That's good."

Aizen checked the system carefully again, and after finding nothing wrong, he shut down the system and returned his attention to reality.

The sun in the distance has slowly exposed the sea level, and golden rays of light shot out from the depths of the clouds.

On the square of Marin Fanduo, the soldiers training are gradually sparse. It seems that it should be time for breakfast.

Lan Ran got up, and took back the long knife on her leg (after all, she hadn't awakened yet, so it couldn't be called Flowing Blade Ruohuo), and put it back into her soul.

Then he ran down the mountain quickly.

In the process of running, Aizen clearly felt that his physical fitness had been greatly enhanced.

He speculated that it might be the gradual awakening of the Datongmu clan's physique, and of course, it might also be the influence of the captain's panel.

Looking at the rising sun in the distance, feeling the body gradually getting stronger, at this moment, Aizen's heart is full of ambition and hope.

Soon, Aizen ran back home.

Aizen gently pushed open the door and tiptoed up to the second floor.

Seeing that the door of Zefa's study was still closed, and there was no quilt on the bed in his bedroom, Aizen knew that Zefa must not have woken up yet.

Aizen then tiptoed down the second floor, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then found the kitchen.

The tableware in the kitchen was covered with dust, and it seemed that Zefa would not use these things at all.

Also, the navy has its own canteen, and there is absolutely no need for senior generals to cook by themselves.

Aizen closed the kitchen door to prevent the noise from spreading out, and then slowly started cleaning.

……

In the study room, the alarm clock on the desk suddenly rang.

Zefa was awakened by the alarm clock in a daze, and reached out to grab it.

Unexpectedly, the alarm missed, and his arm knocked down an empty wine bottle on the table.

The empty wine bottle rolled down from the desk, drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and then accurately hit other empty wine bottles scattered on the floor.

The wine bottle shattered without accident, making a crisp sound.

The sound of the wine bottle breaking made Zefa, who was still in a daze, instantly refreshed.

Seeing the mess in front of him, Zefa suddenly felt a headache.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, got up and moved his body, trying to wake up from the drunken state as soon as possible.

Suddenly, he felt something slip from his body.

Taking a closer look, it was his quilt.

Zefa slowly picked up the quilt, recalling everything about last night.

He clearly remembered that he didn't bring a quilt, so this quilt is...

Zefa suddenly had a guess, he quietly walked out of the study, and came to the door of Aizen's room.

But he found that Aizen's room was already empty, and the quilts on the bed were neatly folded together.

At this time, the air is filled with the smell of food.

Zefa walked down the stairs along the scent, and found that the empty table had been covered with a white tablecloth.

And there is a plate on each side of the dining table, each plate has a slice of toast, a fried egg, and a cup of hot milk.

At this time, Aizen just came out with a plate of grilled sausages.

"Uncle, hurry up and wash up, we are ready to serve dinner." Blue Ran greeted.

Zefa was stunned, and was at a loss for a while.

"Uncle, the meal will be cold in a while~" Aizen urged.

"Oh..." Zefa responded quickly, and then quickly walked into the bathroom.

After Zefa rinsed his face with cold water a few times, he slowly recovered.

Zefa came to the table and looked at the breakfast that Aizen made for himself, his eyes were a little moist.

After all, for so many years, except when returning to Fei Na's place, he lived alone.

Usually, Zefa stays in the office all day long and only comes back at night when he is sleeping.

When I am hungry, I eat in the cafeteria, and I seldom open a small stove by myself, let alone someone at home cooks for myself.

"Uncle, eat quickly. I just don't know if it suits your taste. There are only these left at home, so I can only make this." Seeing that Zefa was still in a daze, Lan Ran hurriedly urged.

"Hmm... well..." Zefa replied softly.

Soon, the whole room was filled with only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing.

In the end, Zefa and Aizen finished eating at the same time.

Seeing that Zefa had finished his breakfast, Aizen reached for his bowl and chopsticks.

Seeing this, Zefa wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by Aizen.

"Uncle, go to work, these housework is very simple, I have no problem."

Zefa actually wanted to say that Marshal Kong gave him a week off yesterday, which is why he dared to hangover last night.

Seeing that Aizen insisted on taking the bowl away, Zefa didn't say anything, and then sat on the chair.

Seeing Aizen's busy figure, Zefa said: "Uh, little Aizen, you don't actually need to cook. From tomorrow onwards, you just go to the cafeteria with me."

Lan Ran paused for a while when he heard the words, and then responded: "Okay, I got it, uncle!"

Zefa suddenly regretted what he said just now. He intended to worry that a child in Aizen would be tired from cooking and would be prone to danger.

But saying this, he inevitably worried that it would make Aizen think too much.

There was the sound of clashing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, and Zefa put his hands on the table, feeling the residual warmth of breakfast.

At this moment, Zefa suddenly felt an unprecedented tranquility.

Zefa got up slowly and went back to his room.

He took off his casual clothes, and then took out a black suit from the bookcase.

After getting dressed, he looked firmly at the photos of Fina and Lanche on the table.

"Fina, Ranche, don't worry, I will definitely live well."

"Fina, I will take good care of Aizen, and treat him like our son." Zefa murmured.

Then he went downstairs.

When passing by the kitchen, Zefa said: "Xiao Lanran, I went to the marshal's office, and I will definitely be back at noon."

"Okay~" Aizen poked his head out of the kitchen and responded.

As soon as he reached the door, Zefa seemed to think of something again, and added: "If you want to go out to play, you can walk around, but don't run too far."

"The other side of the street is your Aunt He's house, the one who took you to dinner yesterday. There is a girl in her house who is about your age. You can play with her."

"Okay~ I got it, uncle!" Aizen shouted with his back to Zefa, brandishing a shovel.