Weapon fruit is rubbish? Have you ever heard of Ryujin Jakka?

"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 gun.

A Zanpakutō with a short blade that looks ordinary, but after the Shikai, it can be freely extended and retracted, changing its length to enhance its attack speed and power.

Especially after Bankai.

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

Such speed, such distance.

Even if Bondi Waldo fired at him at ten kilometers, and then asked him to run another two kilometers at 100 times the speed of the Moon Step, he would still have time to kill him.

As for close combat, there is no need for the killing gun.

The magic gun is enough.

"Rosen, you're not really going to listen to Borsalino, are you?"

"Heroism, swordsmanship, and physical skills are the noble and righteous ways. Once you master them, they will always be your strength."

"As for devil fruits, it's not that they're bad, but they're easy to be targeted, and there's a chance that you'll lose them."

Seeing that Rosen seemed to be persuaded by Borsalino and did not follow the noble and righteous path of a swordsman but instead tried to get a devil fruit, Zefa couldn't help but regret bringing Borsalino with him.

"As long as you are strong enough, no one can target you."

"As long as you are strong enough, you will not lose."

"Neither the seastone nor the sea can threaten you."

Borsalino showed no sign of weakness.

"Talk nicely, don't use your hands."

Seeing that the teacher and the senior were getting more and more angry, and were ready to show off their black wrists and Ame-no-Kurosakumo swords if they disagreed, Rosen had to interrupt their confrontation.

"What do you mean?"

Zefa looked at Rosen with burning eyes.

"Junior, one must be good at adapting."

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

"I mean no 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 want the power of the devil fruit, too."

"As long as it's power, I want it all."

Rosen said as he made a fist gesture.

Hearing this, Zefa wanted to say that one cannot bite off more than one bites off. No one can master all abilities at the same time and reach the extreme of all abilities. But before the words came to his mouth, he thought of Rosen's situation.

Three days.

Three colors of domineering, all skills, learn them all.

He created his own dynamic and static blood equipment, the origin of Qi body and the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, and also the Fei Lian Kick that he had just learned while cooking.

If it were someone else, it might take three days to develop a domineering aura.

But Rosen only took three days to accomplish what many people could not do even after several reincarnations.

"I may be right, but it would be 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."

When he thought of this, Zefa felt relieved.

"Junior."

"Just follow your own ideas."

"Senior, I am just giving you some constructive suggestions. If you think they are useful, then listen to them. If you think they are useless, then just pretend you didn't hear them."

Borsalino gave Rosen a long look.

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

Apart from the domineering Haki that he was not born with, he was also proficient in armament Haki, observation Haki, swordsmanship, physical skills, and fruit abilities. However, except for the Shine Fruit, none of his other abilities reached the limits of their respective fields.

His swordsmanship is not as strong as Hawkeye Mihawk's.

His physical skills are not as good as Garp's.

Armament Haki is also inferior to the above two.

As for observation Haki, he is no match for Gol D. Roger and Baroric 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 things that he wants to do but can never do.

Master all the power systems in this ocean, and reach the extreme in each one.

"I will."

Rosen nodded slightly.

All.

Hexagonal Warrior.

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

But now, of course, I should rub a Zanpakutō first.

After all, to make a magic gun with your hands, you just need hands, and it won’t take long.

It's not like swordsmanship or Haki, which are extremely time-consuming.

Even for him, it would take a year or two to stand at the top of the sea.

After making the decision and calming down the conflict between Zephyr and Borsalino, Rosen, who had eaten and drunk his fill, focused his attention on the power of the fruit and continued to finish the things he had not done before dinner.

As his thoughts settled, a picture gradually emerged in his mind, until it occupied his entire thought process.

……

The entrance to Seireitei is as majestic as a palace.

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

crunch

He opened the heavy door bit by bit until he lifted it above his head.

however.

As the door was pushed open, his expression changed.

"Did something happen?"

Seeing this, the orange hedgehog-haired boy who was also wearing a Shinigami costume next to him poked his head out from behind Sidanbo and looked inside Soul Society.

Wearing a captain's haori and a death suit underneath.

With short silver hair and narrowed eyes, revealing the coldness of a venomous snake, and a slight raise at the corner of his mouth, he gives people a fox-like cunning feeling.

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

"Three, captain of the third squad."

"Ichimaru Gin."

Si Danfang's muscles were tense and sweat was pouring down his face and back.

"This is not okay!"

"The doorman doesn't exist to open the door."

"Do you understand it?"

Ichimaru Gin stared at Sidanfang with a smile.

“I’m defeated.”

"The defeated gatekeeper opened the door, as it should be."

Although Si Danfang was so scared that he was sweating profusely, he still gritted his teeth and said.

"What are you talking about?"

"A defeated gatekeeper shouldn't open the door."

"The guard's defeat should mean death."

Ichimaru Gin was still smiling, but there was a hint of coldness in his smile 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, stretched out his hand and slowly drew out the Zanpakuto at his waist.

"what?"

“It’s so far away.”

"Are you going to throw the dagger over here?"

The hedgehog-haired boy was completely confused.

"Not a dagger."

"This is my Zanpakutō."

Gin Ichimaru turned his head and glanced at the hedgehog-headed boy, then turned around abruptly, pointing the dagger in his hand at him from a distance, like a poisonous snake baring its fangs, with a terrifying sense of oppression bursting out of his body.

"Shoot him."

"God's gun."

The voice just fell.

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

锵

The hedgehog-headed boy's eyes blurred, and he only had time to use the Zanpakuto in his hand to block in front of him like a shield. Then, he and his sword, along with the giant-like Sidanbo behind him, were knocked away by the rushing silver light.

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

"Bye-Bye."

Ichimaru Gin put away his sword and stood up, waving at the hedgehog-haired boy who was knocked away by him outside the door.

As for the magic gun in his hand, it had somehow returned to its harmless short knife form and was put back into the scabbard by him.

砰

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground and the door closed.

at the same time.

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

It's like a mirage in the mirror, illusory and unreal.

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

[You have an extraordinary comprehension. Through visualization and self-realization, combined with the superhuman weapon fruit, you have mastered a unique skill: the magic gun.]

……