Rosinante's problem!

Marineford, at the Forest family home.

"Father, what is this?" Rosinante looked curiously at the wooden box on the coffee table, while the family on the surrounding sofa also looked on with curiosity.

"Wow!" The manatee sat in Enid's lap, also examining the box.

"Open it and you'll see. This is a gift for you. I hope you'll cherish it." Vidal smiled and reached out to pat the boy's blond hair.

After witnessing a Sonic Boom and a freezing attack at the Marine Headquarters Academy today, he had a major discussion with Zephyr about the development of Rosinante.

He had actually mentioned this matter to Zephyr, so he was just here to find out more about the situation.

According to Mr. Zephyr, Rosinante does indeed have a talent for shooting, which he confirmed with a senior officer at the school who was an expert in marksmanship.

Although the navy doesn't yet have any top-tier marksmen, the kind of freakish experts who can shoot down birds from tens of kilometers away, there are plenty of skilled marksmen. Among so many people, a group of elites will surely emerge.

Even so, Zephyr still required Rosinante to train in physical skills every day. In his view, whether it was marksmanship or swordsmanship, everything was based on the body.

Rosinante was also his disciple, so he said this very directly to Vidal.

"I hope that Rosinante can become the kind of gunman who can still punch his opponent even when his gun is out of bullets, because he is my disciple, Zephyr!"

Vidal naturally had no objection to this. If you're all about martial ethics, you'll play with guns; if you're not, you'll just throw away your gun and tear it apart. That sounds pretty exciting.

But Zephyr's comment that the gun was out of bullets gave him something to think about; he realized that as a father, he had never given Rosinante any gifts.

Bullet was given a Mythical Zoan Mach-type Mahes Form Fruit, while Enel had a Logia Rumble-Rumble Fruit waiting for him, but Rosinante received nothing.

This won't do! Vidal felt he couldn't show favoritism; they were all family!

"Hey, what's this?" Rosinante opened the box with anticipation, only to find two strange wooden blocks inside.

"It looks like a gun," Bullet, who was holding Enel, guessed.

"Yes, it's a gun, a 'Holy Lance' I forged myself." Vidal was pleased that someone could recognize what they were, and then picked one up from the box, laughing, "Their name is 'Light Sentinels,' and what they fire isn't bullets, but light!"

As he spoke, he pointed the gun at an empty spot and pulled the trigger, which startled Enid. "No! You're going to break something!"

But it was too late. Before she could finish speaking, a golden light shone from the other end of the gun, which was not at the muzzle, and then quickly condensed into a beam of light that shot out.

But a strange thing happened: the beam of light hit the wall in the distance, but nothing happened. Instead, the light shattered and dissipated. This relieved Enid, but greatly disappointed the other four men.

"What? Just a toy?" Father Cornell shook his head and sighed.

"No, it's not a toy!"

However, Vidal flatly denied this, and then said to Rosinante, who was also somewhat disappointed, "This 'Holy Lance' has the ability to absorb sunlight, store sunlight, and then release it as a beam of light."

"But considering you're still too young, I added an adjustable beam intensity function. For now, I hope you can use this gun, which won't run out of bullets, to practice your marksmanship. After all, as far as I know, an excellent marksman, besides having enough talent, also needs a lot of bullets to keep them fed."

Vidal handed the 'Holy Lance' to Rosinante, whose eyes were already shining. "When you're older and your marksmanship is good enough, then let them unleash their true power. I believe you won't be disappointed then!"

"Of course, you can also practice sniping. If you need anything, just give me a call, and I'll prepare a long gun to accompany you on your Four Blues!"

"Thank you, Father. Thank you, Father!!" The sentimental Rosinante's eyes immediately reddened, and he threw himself into Vidal's arms.

"Child, forget your former identity and surname. From now on, bear the name of Forest family and face everything. I will always stand behind you, no matter who stands in front of you!"

Vidal hugged the child, looked down at Rosinante and chuckled, then looked up at Bullet, "Of course, you can go to your brother first. If he can't handle it, then come to me."

Bullet scoffed, "That day will never come. Anyone who dares to bully them, I'll tear them apart!"

Since becoming a lion-man, he has been particularly fond of the word 'tear alive,' although most of the time he uses heavy punches to blast people.

"Dad, what about mine?" Enel asked enviously.

"I've already prepared your gift, but it's too early to give it to you now. I'll give it to you when you graduate from the Navy Elementary School at the age of twelve," Vidal said with a smile.

Enel is eight years old now, almost nine. He feels that by the time he's twelve, given how precocious children are in this world, his temperament should be settled.

Moreover, his strength and status should have been higher by then, and with Bullet having graduated from the Special Training Camp two years ago and been following Garp, he should have been able to protect the young Enel.

"Is it a weapon too?" Enel asked expectantly, delighted by the question.

"It's not a weapon. Master Zephyr told me that your boxing skills are excellent, you shouldn't need a weapon."

Upon hearing this, Bullet, Cornell, Enid successively guessed what it was.

Devil Fruit!

"Have they found a suitable Devil Fruit for Enel?" Bullet wondered to himself, eager to know what kind of fruit it was.

If it's an ability that doesn't seem very good, then we must stop it and find a better one for Enel!

"Let's ask them later."

Although Enel and Rosinante are both younger brothers, Bullet held Enel in higher regard due to his preconceived notions.

If someone harms Rosinante, he'll tear them apart alive; but if someone harms Enel, the death won't be as quick as just being torn apart.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office at the Marine Headquarters Academy, Zephyr's face showed obvious anger after hearing Sengoku's words on the other end of the phone.

"You won't let me teach Rosinante any naval-style martial arts, let alone the Six Powers?"

"Sengoku, aren't you meddling too much?!" Zephyr said, no longer holding back. "He's my personal disciple, not your subordinate!"

"Rosinante has his own role to play. If you hadn't taken him on as a disciple, I would have preferred to have He teach him something more suitable."

"What do you mean!" Zephyr crushed the pen in his hand.

On the other side, Sengoku seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally sighed. He really hadn't expected Zephyr to take Rosinante as a disciple, and now things had become a bit troublesome.

"Alright, then take out the White Den Den Mushi, and I'll tell you about Rosinante."

Zephyr, who was initially furious and even prepared to confront Sengoku, suddenly frowned. He sensed something was amiss. Could Rosinante have some special ability?

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