Exhaling a Sword! Ancient Zoan: Pterodactyl Form

"As a member of CP0, while enjoying the privilege of killing at will, he also bore the responsibility of protecting the Celestial Dragons, carrying out secret operations, and obeying the Five Elders' orders without question."

"Even if CP0 were ordered to commit suicide, they could not resist."

"But he failed in his duty."

Zefa looked toward a cell not far away, his gaze settling on the bearded man inside, his eyes filled only with disdain.

"Did he defy the Celestial Dragons?"

By this point, Rosen was already considering whether to spare the man's life.

Even if he was the former CP0 Chief and a prisoner of the Sixth Floor, the fact that he had dared defy the Celestial Dragons was enough for Rosen to consider merely crippling Gebol and leaving him alive.

"About eighteen years ago, several Celestial Dragons went sightseeing in a non-World Government-affiliated country in the East Blue. Some took a fancy to that country's queen, some to its princess, and some to the wives of nobles. Of course, commoner women were not spared either."

"Later, those Celestial Dragons discussed it among themselves and simply had CP0 abduct all the young women in that country so they could pick through them one by one. But during the operation, they unexpectedly ran into Garp, who had returned to the East Blue on leave."

"In the end, not only did they fail to abduct the women, CP0 got beaten up as well. Even those Celestial Dragons were knocked unconscious by Garp's Conqueror's Haki, then carried away and sent back to Mary Geoise."

"The one who carried out that operation was the Former CP0 Chief."

"Gebol."

After hearing Zefa recount Gebol's "legendary" deeds, Rosen said nothing and snuffed out the tiny shred of mercy that had just arisen within him.

As expected.

No matter whether they were pirates, Marines, or CP Organization agents, nine out of ten prisoners imprisoned in Infinite Hell deserved to die. As for the remaining one, he simply had not met them yet.

"I don't know whether that counts as defying the Celestial Dragons."

"Anyway, after those Celestial Dragons woke up, they decided that Gebol had failed to protect them and had botched the operation, so they directly ordered him to commit suicide."

"Of course, he refused and chose to flee."

Zefa said blandly.

"Who imprisoned him?"

Rosen fell silent for several seconds.

Defying the Celestial Dragons?

It did count as defiance, but it was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

"This old man."

Zefa pointed a finger at himself, with a rare hint of pride in his voice.

After all, few Marines had any favorable impression of the CP Organization.

Especially CP9 and CP0.

To personally capture the former CP0 Chief and throw him into Impel Down was absolutely a gratifying thing.

"Thank you, Teacher Zefa, for bringing me a whetstone."

Rosen nodded, then parted his lips and gently blew.

A short blade, only half the length of a standard Marine saber, appeared out of thin air and landed in his hand.

The Weapon Fruit allowed its user to turn any part of their body into a weapon.

Hair could turn into a Zanpakutō.

Even breath could turn into a Zanpakutō.

"Exhaling a sword?"

Borsalino's eyes immediately lit up beneath his sunglasses.

To be fair, Rosen's sword-exhaling move had genuinely impressed him. He had even decided that the next time he went out on a mission, he would imitate Rosen and use a sword-exhaling move on pirates.

Only, what he exhaled would not be a Zanpakutō, but a Cloud-Gathering Sword.

"Bring him out."

Zefa had specifically recounted Gebol's past not to show off his former accomplishments, but to let Rosen understand Gebol's capabilities through his identity as a former CP0 Chief.

Any CP0 member was basically proficient in the Six Powers and skilled in Haki.

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Even members who had eaten Paramecia or even Logia Type Devil Fruits primarily relied on physical techniques.

Shiryu walked up to the cell imprisoning Gebol, opened the lock with the key marked No. 2, then grabbed Gebol by the neck and dragged him from the cell to Rosen and the others like a dead dog.

"Open them yourself."

With that, Shiryu casually tossed a key in front of Gebol.

Gebol said nothing. When the corner of his eye flicked toward Zefa, a deep-seated hatred briefly flashed through it before vanishing at once.

He picked up the key from the ground and carefully unlocked the Seastone shackles and anklets restraining his hands and feet.

"A Devil Fruit user?"

Rosen's gaze swept over the Seastone handcuffs and anklets.

Although he had only come to Impel Down once, he had noticed that the prisoners in Infinite Hell were detained in different ways.

Some had their hands and feet restrained with Seastone handcuffs and anklets.

Others had their hands and feet shackled, while even the cells holding them were built from Seastone.

Gebol belonged to the former category.

When detaining Devil Fruit users, it was enough to lock their hands and feet with Seastone shackles and anklets. Only prisoners who had not eaten Devil Fruits would have their cells built from Seastone after their hands and feet were restrained.

"Zefa, it's been a long time."

The instant Gebol removed his Seastone handcuffs and anklets, his body—once hunched from years of imprisonment and Seastone suppression—gradually straightened. Then, an icy, murderous aura spread outward.

He was like a ferocious beast awakening from deep slumber. Simply standing beside him made people restless and uneasy.

"There's no need to reminisce."

"In the past, this old man never saw eye to eye with the people of the CP Organization. That hasn't changed now."

"You only have one thing to do: either die at the hands of Borsalino and this old man, or die at the hands of this old man's student."

Zefa's voice was cold as solid ice. He had no intention of catching up with Gebol.

"I understand."

Gebol turned and gave Rosen a long, deep look, as though he wanted to carve Rosen's features into the depths of his mind and never forget them.

Then he raised his foot and kicked.

The Seastone handcuffs and anklets scattered at his feet shot out like cannonballs, flying toward Rosen and Borsalino respectively.

Immediately after that, Gebol stepped forward and sprang out, shooting like an arrow from the bow as he brushed past Zefa.

One of the Six Styles, Shave, seemed to have fused into his bones and become an instinct of his body. With a casual step, he could use Shave.

He was so fast that, in an instant, he passed Zefa and charged over a hundred meters away.

Then his body transformed. His size swelled dramatically, his skin turned bluish-brown like elephant hide, and his arms stretched out to either side, swiftly becoming an enormous pair of wings.

With his wings spread, they spanned more than fifteen meters.

Like most members of CP9 and CP0, Gebol had also eaten a Zoan Type Devil Fruit. But it was no ordinary Zoan Type—it was the Dragon-Dragon Fruit.

Ancient Zoan: Pterodactyl Form.

At that moment, Gebol flapped his wings, whipping up a violent gale that not only sent sand and stones flying, but also lifted his body into the air. Like a storm wind, he tore through the air toward the entrance to Infinite Hell—the exit as well.

"Farewell, Zefa."

"And your student, too."

"If I run into him outside in the future, I'll be sure to give him a proper welcome on your behalf."

Gebol's venomous voice echoed through Infinite Hell like the roar of an evil ghost.