Pirates_ The Justice Who Rules the Sea

“Character Panel: Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni (0%)

Swordsmanship: 0%

Boxing: 0%

Instant Step: 0%

Ghost Road: 0%

Zanpakutō: Flowing Blade like Fire (Unawakened)”

“…” Aizen was speechless for a moment, “This panel is so sloppy.”

“Host, the concise panel can not only facilitate your operation, but also intuitively reflect the information.”

“Okay, okay, this is good.” Aizen waved his hand helplessly.

“Then what does the 0% behind this mean?” Aizen asked confused.

“The percentage after each skill refers to the percentage of the character’s ability that you inherit. If all of them reach 100%, then your strength will be almost the same as that of the character in his heyday.”

Suddenly, Aizen thought of something, “Then will I inherit his personality or memory or something?”

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

“Host, please rest assured that the system has already taken this into consideration. You will only inherit his skills.

If you remember, you will at most inherit the memory of his skills, such as sword skills, insights on each skill, etc. ”

“Huh~” Aizen breathed a long sigh of relief, “That’s good.”

Aizen checked the system carefully again and found that there was nothing wrong, so he closed the system and returned his attention to reality.

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

In the square of Marineland, the soldiers training gradually became sparse. It seemed that it was time to have breakfast.

Aizen stood up and took back the long knife on his leg (after all, he hadn’t awakened yet, so it couldn’t be called Ryuken Wakahu) and put it back into his soul.

Then he ran down the mountain quickly.

While running, Aizen clearly felt that his physical fitness had greatly improved.

He speculated that it might be that the physique of the Otsutsuki clan was slowly awakening, or of course, it might be the influence of the captain’s panel.

Looking at the rising sun in the distance, he felt his body slowly getting stronger. At this moment, Aizen’s heart was filled with ambition and hope.

Soon, Aizen ran back home.

Aizen gently opened 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 went to the kitchen.

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

Also, the navy has its own canteen, so there is no need for senior generals to cook their own meals.

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

…

In the study, the alarm on the table suddenly rang.

Zefa was woken up by the alarm in a daze, and reached out to grab the alarm.

Unexpectedly, he missed the alarm clock and knocked over an empty wine bottle on the table with his arm.

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

The wine bottle broke as expected, making a crisp sound.

The sound of the wine bottle breaking instantly refreshed Zefa, who was still confused.

Zefa looked at the mess in front of him and suddenly felt a headache.

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

Suddenly, he felt something slipping from his body.

Taking a closer look, it was his quilt.

Zefa slowly picked up the quilt and recalled everything last night.

He clearly remembered that he didn’t bring a quilt, so this quilt was…

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 stacked together.

At this time, the aroma of food filled the air.

Zefa walked down the stairs following the aroma and found that the originally empty dining table had been covered with a white tablecloth.

There was a plate placed on both sides of the table, each plate had toast, a fried egg, and a glass of hot milk.

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

“Uncle, go wash up quickly and get ready for dinner.” Aizen greeted.

Zefa was stunned, a little at a loss for a moment.

“Uncle, the food will be cold soon~” Aizen urged.

“Oh…” Zefa responded quickly, and then quickly entered the bathroom.

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

Zefa came to the table and looked at the breakfast Aizen made for him, his eyes became moist.

After all, for so many years, except when he returned to Fina’s place, he had lived alone.

Normally, Zefa stays in the office all day and only comes back at night when he goes to bed.

When I’m hungry, I eat in the canteen. I rarely turn on my own stove, let alone have someone at home to cook for me.

“Uncle, eat it quickly. I just don’t know if it suits your taste. This is all I have left at home, so I can only make this.” Seeing that Zefa was still stunned, Aizen urged.

“Hmm…ok…” Zefa replied softly.

Soon, the whole room was filled with the sound of clinking dishes and chopsticks.

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 anything, he was interrupted by Aizen.

“Uncle, go to work quickly. These housework are very simple, I have no problem.”

Zefa actually wanted to say that Marshal Kong gave him a week’s leave yesterday, which was why he dared to be hungover 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: “Well, little Aizen, you don’t actually need to cook. From tomorrow on, you can just go to the cafeteria with me.”

When Aizen heard this, his hand movements paused for a moment, and then he responded: “Okay, I understand, uncle!”

Zefa suddenly regretted what he said just now. His original intention was to worry that Aizen, a child, would be tired from cooking and could easily be in danger.

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

The sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks came from the kitchen, and Zefa put his hands on the table, feeling the remaining warmth of the breakfast.

At this moment, Zefa suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

Zefa slowly stood up and returned to his room.

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

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

“Fina, Rancher, don’t worry, I will definitely live well.”

“Fina, I will definitely take good care of little Aizen. I will treat him as our son.” Zefa murmured.

Then he walked downstairs.

When passing by the kitchen, Zefa said: “Xiao Aizen, I’m going to the marshal’s office. I will definitely be back before noon.”

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

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

“Across the street is your Aunt He’s house, the same aunt who took you to dinner yesterday. She has a girl who is about the same age as you. You can play with her.”

“Okay~ I got it, uncle!” Aizen turned his back to Zefa and shouted, waving the shovel.