One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Zefa's face was ashen.

"Turn a person into a black blade? Holy crap! You can do that?"

At the bottom of the pit, Rorschach was truly and utterly shocked.

However, what Garp and Zephyr said also makes a lot of sense.

Weapons can be forged into black blades, so why can't people?

The human body itself is the most basic weapon.

"Although Garp makes it sound simple, this is not something that can be accomplished in a short time."

Zephyr continued, "I'm not saying you should learn this from Garp. I'm telling you to broaden your horizons, not to get stuck on the surface, and to learn how to use your power in multiple ways."

"What you just said is not wrong. The power of Devil Fruits is also extremely strong. For example, Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit, Sakazuki's Magma-Magma Fruit, or the Rumble-Rumble Fruit that hasn't appeared on the sea for many years."

"The destructive power of these fruits over a wide area is something that mere Haki cannot achieve."

"But to become a world-class powerhouse, one must excel in all aspects and progress in all areas, rather than having obvious weaknesses."

"For example, Borsalino, that brat, relies too much on his Glint-Glint Fruit ability."

"There's nothing we can do. That fruit, once developed to its limit, can already stand at the top of the ocean..." Luo Xia pursed his lips.

Ability like the Glint-Glint Fruit is fast, powerful, and has a wide range of destructive attacks.

Even without mastering Haki, flying a kite can still give a strong opponent of the same level a good beating.

If you can't catch up with Kizaru in speed, you're just waiting to get beaten up.

“Not enough!” Zephyr raised his voice, warning Rorschach in a very serious tone:

"There are so many amazing Devil Fruits in this world. In terms of speed, there are the Teleport Fruit, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, and even Law's Space-Time Manipulation Technique, which can match the Pika Pika Fruit and is even faster than the Pika Pika Fruit alone!"

"Your abilities even allow you to control wind and thunder. Perhaps one day, your speed will be able to match his."

"Imagine if Garp had eaten that Instant Transmission Fruit or the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, Borsalino, who isn't good at Haki, would have lost miserably!"

Luo Xia pursed his lips, offering no rebuttal.

Zephyr said that Kizaru is not good at Haki, but that depends on who you compare him to.

Chapter 101 Hungry Ghosts in the Mist

As dusk fell, after finishing his day's political duties, Zhan Guo walked to a corner of the square with his hands behind his back.

The once imposing Rorschach during the day was now no longer human.

The swollen head was piled with fist-sized bumps, which reminded Sengoku of his own Buddha form.

Two dark panda eyes, bruised and swollen face.

His clothes were now tattered and ragged, making him look like a beggar.

His limping figure looked particularly desolate in the setting sun.

On the other hand, Garp was beaming with pride and had a bright smile on his face.

"So, this is the best training plan you've devised over several days?"

The Warring States period was so angry that his mouth almost twisted out of shape.

What a handsome young man, and you two have ruined him like this.

"Hahaha, that's right, this plan is a perfect fit for this tough kid. He's a Mythical Zoan type ability user, so injuries that would take an ordinary person several months to recover from can be cured by him after a good night's sleep. At most, we'll just provide him with a little more Sea King meat every day."

Karp had a great time today.

He hasn't found a punching bag as tough and resilient as Rorschach in many years.

Even Kuzan could only withstand a few punches from him before collapsing.

And Rorschach, that kid, actually managed to hold out for a whole day against the combined doubles attack from him and Zephyr.

Sengoku suppressed the urge to kick Garp in the face and turned to look at Zephyr.

"Zeff, why are you following Garp's reckless training methods? This isn't your style at all!"

Zefa shook his head and chuckled, "Training styles vary from person to person."

He turned to watch Luo Xia's departing figure. "That kid has an exceptionally resolute character because he has experienced darkness. It's just a little bit of physical pain. Fighting different masters every day is much more effective than monotonous and repetitive strength training."

"As Garp said, this kind of training is not something an ordinary person can endure. Even that ancient race kid couldn't withstand it. But this kid can. Sengoku, do you know what he said when he left just now?"

Zefa grinned.

"What did he say?" Sengoku asked, somewhat curious.

“He said, ‘See you tomorrow.’” Zefa smiled.

Upon hearing this, the Warring States period could only shake their heads.

"You two are just incredibly lucky to have found such an honest guy to train with. So, Zephyr, your training method is to have Rorschach fight different experts every day? Isn't that too brutal? Shouldn't it be more gradual?"

"Only through intense battles can one find their own path. And only in life-or-death battles can one comprehend their own unique special moves, cough cough cough."

Zefa suddenly started coughing violently, and his breathing became heavy.

He touched his chest, took out a respirator, put it under his nose and inhaled deeply, which finally eased his heavy breathing.

A hint of reluctance flashed in both Sengoku's and Garp's eyes.

"Are you alright?" Sengoku asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, just an old problem." Zefa waved his hand and turned to walk in the direction Luo Xia had gone. "It's so late, I'm too lazy to go back and cook. I'll just eat at the cafeteria."

"Wait, I'm going too." Garp followed.

"Hey! I already promised Xiaohe that we'd go over together to her house for dinner," Zhan Guo called out from behind.

"Forget it, we're all sweaty, let's not go to Xiaohe's house."

The two old men walked side by side, chatting and laughing, toward the cafeteria.

"Hopefully that kid can hold on."

Sengoku looked at the craters all over the ground, as if it had been ravaged by the bombardment of the Buster Call, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Wait for me!"

...

...

When the three Sengoku members arrived at the entrance of the headquarters' canteen, they almost thought they had gone to the wrong place.

The cafeteria building, which occupies a very large area, was now shrouded in a cloud of steam.

A large amount of scalding hot air continuously emanated from inside the building, making the cafeteria seem as if it were located above the clouds.

"Could it be that that chubby little Deno is researching some new dish again?"

Garp licked the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining.

Zefa didn't say anything, but took off his sunglasses, revealing a surprised look.

"Hiss... this kid."

Zhan Guo's eyes widened, and he gasped.

"what happened?"

Garp was completely baffled and subconsciously unleashed his Observation Haki, covering the steaming cafeteria building.

The next moment, Garp's eyes widened like a bull's.

Inside the steamy canteen, there were not only Luo Xia, who had just finished training, but also many instructors from headquarters and a small number of new recruits.

Even Akainu, Adira, and the others who had just returned were sitting at the dining table in the cafeteria.

At this moment, these people were not eating, but sitting to the side, looking at a silver-haired boy in the open space in front of them.

The silver-haired boy sat on the smooth floor, with a mountain of huge plates piled up in front of him.

Visible whirlwinds swirled around his arms, transforming into two phantoms that continuously devoured the food brought over by the chefs, plate after plate.

He used the technique of returning life to loosen his jawbone, stretching his mouth to its limit, like a giant python eating, making him look extremely terrifying.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Keep the ingredients coming in! Get all the sea king meat chunks that arrived in the warehouse today. I'm going to go all out!"

The fat chef Denor's chef's hat exploded, his full head of black hair danced wildly like snakes, and his aura surged, leaving the officers of the headquarters dumbfounded.

"I absolutely cannot let my soldiers go hungry in my kitchen! If the soldiers go hungry, it is my dereliction of duty, a dereliction of justice! This is my motto in life!"

"Life restored! Double the speed cooking!"

"Little Lark! Now is the time to fully implement the chef's beliefs!"

"Yes, Uncle Denor!"

Lieutenant Colonel Benjamin was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"Are you kidding me? This is the aura of a chef? That gluttonous fat guy is actually this terrifying?"

"If one person could manage the food and cooking for thousands of people in the entire Navy Headquarters, they would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago without sufficient physical strength."

Smoker, with a cigar in his mouth, was not surprised at all.

But his eyes remained fixed on the focal point in the arena.

Rorschach!

As Rorschach devoured food without end, large amounts of scalding heat escaped from his pores and even his seven orifices.

His skin was bright red, like a boiled shrimp shell.

The high-calorie food, enough for hundreds of people, including chunks of sea monster meat, was quickly digested after entering his stomach, turning into a continuous source of energy that rapidly repaired the damage he had sustained during the day.

His external injuries swelled up, healed, and returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The remaining energy enters deep into the cells, transforms into lightning power, and accumulates in the body.

With a series of cracking sounds, Luo Xia's body swelled up, revealing a six-meter-tall blue scale form. He stuffed a large piece of meat, more than a meter long, into his mouth in one bite.

The chunks of meat slid directly down the throat, which had widened due to the return of life, into the stomach without even needing to be chewed.