Among Zoan fruits, Mythical Zoans were much like the Rumble-Rumble Fruit among Logia fruits.
Aside from being unable to transform into an element, having a Mythical Zoan was equivalent to eating both an enhanced Zoan Devil Fruit and either a Logia Devil Fruit or a Paramecia Devil Fruit.
Every Mythical Zoan was a rare treasure that could only be found by chance.
Yet Randall had opened his mouth and asked for one outright. Zephyr thought, Why don't you ask for the moon while you're at it?
"Huh? You don't have any? Oh, never mind, then. I was just asking. Haha."
Randall laughed it off.
"Why are you suddenly asking for a Devil Fruit?"
Zephyr spotted the key question.
"Oh, it's for Aequus. He thinks he's getting stronger too slowly, so he's set his sights on a Devil Fruit."
Hearing that, Zephyr frowned and said,
"He's your adjutant. You need to keep an eye on him. Don't let him go astray!"
By "go astray," Zephyr wasn't referring to Devil Fruits.
He meant Aequus's desire for quick results.
In a cultivation fantasy novel, that sort of mindset would have been the precursor to cultivation deviation.
Aequus had spent time in the Elite Camp too, so Zephyr cared a great deal about him.
Randall nodded repeatedly.
"Don't worry, Instructor Zephyr. He might be huge, but he's actually got a good head on his shoulders.
And if he really does something stupid, I'll beat some sense into him."
After hanging up, Randall rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
If the Marines don't have one, where should I look?
After thinking for a while, Randall slumped back in his chair.
He figured there was no point rushing it anyway. Whether they could get one still came down to fate.
What was meant to be would