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

the next day.

On the fourth floor of Impel, after breakfast, Rosen, Zefa, Borsalino, and Shilu set out again.

As for Domino, he did not go with them this time, but stayed in the burning hell, responsible for preparing lunch for Rosen and others.

the other side.

In the Infinite Hell, it was still dark and gloomy as usual, but after what happened yesterday, the sixth floor of Impel, which was like a stagnant pool in the past, was now very lively.

The prisoners, who normally seldom communicated with each other, were now whispering to each other.

Obviously.

The death of Bondi Waldo touched their sore spot.

"Do you think those navy men will come today?"

"Of course he will. Looking at the attitude of that old fellow Zefa, we know that he is determined to use us as sparring partners for his students."

"What kind of sparring partner? It sounds so nice, but it's still nothing more than an ox or a horse. No, it's not even an ox or a horse. It's just a training consumable that can be used and then thrown away."

"We are prisoners on the sixth floor. When we were outside, we were all powerful figures. How could the World Government let them do whatever they want?"

"Whatever. If they come again, no matter who they choose this time, they must teach that marine named Rosen and that old bastard Zefa a lesson."

“Yes, they must understand whose territory the Infinite Hell belongs to.

……

You say something, and I say something.

soon.

These lawless prisoners reached a consensus.

One reason was to vent his anger. After all, the pirates who were imprisoned on the sixth floor were all unruly in the past.

No one could tolerate the behavior of Zefa and others.

Second, it is also for your own safety.

They wanted to make Zefa understand that since he dared to use their prisoners on the sixth floor as training materials, he must be prepared to endure the pain of losing his son.

patter

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the entrance of Infinite Hell.

The entire prison floor fell silent in an instant.

The prisoners in every cell were silent, but their ferocious and cruel eyes were communicating silently and viciously through eye contact.

"It's a lot quieter than yesterday!"

"You're garbage."

After Zefa stepped into the Infinite Hell, he looked around the entire place like a lion patrolling his territory.

What surprised him a little was that these prisoners who had been so unruly in the past now avoided his gaze one by one, and no one even looked at him.

In this regard.

Zefa didn't think much about it, but just thought that Bondi Wald's death yesterday was like a blow to the head, which served as a warning to the prisoners on the sixth floor.

In order to avoid being targeted by him and becoming the next world destroyer, everyone has become more obedient.

"Has the bloodiness and cruelty in your bones been worn away by being imprisoned for too long?"

Borsalino couldn't help but think when he saw this scene.

Only Xiliu, after seeing the reactions of the prisoners on the sixth floor, had a gleam in his eyes, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth slowly stretched to the sides, revealing a meaningful grin.

Unlike Zefa and Borsalino.

As the warden of Impel Prison, with his bloodthirsty nature, he would occasionally go to the Infinite Hell to have fun with these prisoners. He knew the nature of these prisoners better than anyone else.

It’s a dark and endless imprisonment.

It is true that it will reduce the former overlords of the sea to remnants of the old era, but it will definitely not erase the vicious nature of these pirates.

That kind of brutality, even more cruel than that of the sea kings, has long been rooted in the bones of every prisoner in the infinite hell.

Unless death is used to transcend it, it can never be erased.

"Now this is going to be interesting."

"At least, it's much more interesting than yesterday."

"If he is still in the same state as yesterday, today may be his last day in Imperial Prison."

Xiliu glanced at Rosen, who seemed unaware, and the grim smile on his face became more intense.

To him, this was just a mission, as long as he prevented the prisoners from escaping.

As to whether it was Rosen who killed the prisoner or the prisoner who killed Rosen, there is no essential difference between the two.

This is also true.

Even though he realized at the first moment that the prisoners in the Infinite Hell might be plotting something bad, Xilu had no intention of reminding them, but just waited and watched.

"Teacher Zefa."

"Who's going to perform today?"

Rosen looked at Zefa.

Yesterday afternoon, after rubbing his hands on the magic gun, he did not think about new abilities, but sorted out the existing abilities, and then did the same as Borsalino.

read newspaper.

Drink tea.

Trim your nails.

Eat well.

Sleep well.

Practical training in the morning, cultivation at noon, creation of new methods in the afternoon, and of course the rest of the time is for relaxation and rest.

The main focus is on combining work and rest.

After seeing Rosen's somewhat lazy performance, Zefa, who has always been strict with his students, did not express any dissatisfaction for the first time, nor did he think that the other party was too lazy.

He knew very well that this was how his students grew up.

Under Rosen's seemingly lazy appearance, his three colors of domineering, physical skills, and fruit ability are actually improving at an incredible speed every minute and every second.

It is no exaggeration to say this.

Compared with Rosen of yesterday, Rosen of today is completely different.

Zefa knew all of this.

As the Navy's top division commander, he knew that what he had to do was to provide Rosen with convenience in his growth and occasionally give him appropriate proposals for reference.

As for the rest, there is no need to interfere.

"Geber."

Zefa took out the list he had carefully collected and fixed his eyes on the second name.

"Senior, have you heard of this name?"

Rosen asked Borsalino.

These days, whenever he has free time, he would look through old newspapers to learn about what had happened in the Grand Line, or listen to Zephyr and Borsalino talk about some great pirates that did not appear in the original work, or some unknown things.

But whether it is the original work or the information learned recently, there is no pirate and no incident that can be related to the name Geber.

"No."

Borsalino shook his head.

"Is it a relic from the Lockes era?"

Rosen was a little surprised.

I haven't even heard of Borsalino, so the name Geber is really very old.

"Not that long ago, but within a few years."

"You haven't heard of it. That's because before he was imprisoned in Infinite Hell, he was not a pirate, but the chief of CP0."

Ze French is amazing.

"CP0, still sir."

"The Celestial Dragons are willing to imprison their most loyal hyena in Imper?"

When Rosen heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

From the moment Rob Lucci became the chief of CP0, he dared to act bossy in front of Sakaski, which shows how much these so-called strongest shields are loved and favored by the Celestial Dragons.

Otherwise, Rob Lucci wouldn't be so arrogant as to laugh at the Four Emperors and look down on the Marshal.

Of course, he only dares to pretend in front of Sakaski and King Luffy. If it were Sengoku or Teacher Kai, let him be arrogant for a while.

Either you are sent away with a slap in the face, or you are carried away with a stick.