I Have No Interest In Devil Fruit

she is so small...

Kerla was held by Robin and jumped from the tree, and saw a little girl with braids hanging from her hands and slowly "floating" over.

Kerla looked at Marianne whose feet were dangling in front of her, and asked in surprise, "Can you fly?"

Marianne was small, with soft pink cheeks, she blinked her big pure and ignorant eyes, and tilted her head to express her doubts.

so cute……

Kerla thought.

Robin rested his elbows and his chin, lowered his head and said, "Is that her?"

"B.I.B" nodded.

Marianne looked up and looked at Robin ignorantly.

Robin smiled, pulled her hair and squatted down, touched Marianne's soft face, and asked, "What's your name?"

She didn't expect to get an answer at first, but this little girl, who looked like she was only three or four years old, answered crisply, "My name is Marianne."

Very smart... Robin was very surprised, this level of precocity was very similar to her own when she was a child.

Marianne's arms went limp, and she fell to the ground, being held up by Kerla. Marianne has no strength after hanging on the arm of "B.I.B" for a long time.

Marianne raised her soft and cute face, blinked her big ignorant eyes at Robin, and said crisply: "Mom and Dad are lost, I miss them so much."

Kerla felt sore in her heart, she couldn't help but pouted and walked up, and gently embraced the girl who was younger than herself.

………………

Although I am a little interested in the graffiti hypnosis of Miss Golden Week...

But Cavendish's second personality, Lynch, is just as curious.

In the comics, Cavendish appeared in the arena of the Dressrosa chapter... He was originally the noble son of the Brujoia Kingdom, but after leaving for some reason, he went to a place called the Rommel Kingdom, and soon There is a strange talk about "Rommel's whirlwind" in the local area. It means that whenever the moon is dark and the wind is high, the quiet streets of the Rommel Kingdom will blow from time to time. After wounding many sailors, he finally discovered that the true face of Cyclone was a man who called himself "White Horse".

"White Horse" is Cavendish's second personality.

Cavendish claimed to have a strong swordsmanship without any effort, and he was a true genius. that's the truth.

But his second personality surpasses Cavendish in terms of swordsmanship genius! Twice that of Cavendish.

Rommel's whirlwind is also called Rommel's Kamaitachi, and Kaido of the Four Emperors also has a dragon's breath Kamaitachi that can spit out a violent whirlwind, which shows how monstrous and terrifying the "White Horse" swordsmanship is.

His swift movements and the speed with which he drew his sword made one feel as if only a gust of wind passed by, and his head would be decapitated.

Even though it is the same body with a different personality, it can display double the strength.

Lynch is very interested in such strange things.

And Cavendish's second personality will only appear when he is asleep - Cavendish himself obviously knows the existence of another personality, so he is so shocked by Lynch's words.

In his opinion, "White Horse" is a very dangerous and terrifying existence, why would anyone want to see that guy?

This Giorno, is there something wrong with his head?

"You will die!" Cavendish got up, patted the dust on his clothes, and said angrily.

He has experienced several battles in a row, and now he is very tired and his muscles are sore. But he was sure that if the "White Horse" was released, even with his current tired body, the "White Horse" would be able to control it to swing the unimaginable Kama Weasel swordsmanship and take off the head of Giorno on the opposite side.

Although Giorno is strong, he is still a body of flesh and blood.

In the world of swordsmanship, the only thing that can't be broken is fast.

Cavendish knows how fast the sword of the "white horse" is.

"What nonsense."

Lynch stopped talking to this smug and narcissistic kid, raised his palm and scratched Cavendish in front of his eyes, "Go to sleep!"

The sudden gesture attracted Cavendish's attention, and an invisible force filled his mind instantly. Giorno's voice suddenly drifted away, as if coming from the bottom of a huge lake. Quickly, this voice dragged his thoughts to sink into the lake... so sleepy... so... sleepy...

“Ha………Hoo……………”

As soon as Cavendish got up, he fell softly to the ground again, with a large sleep bubble popping up from his nose. He was lying on the ground in a big shape, sleeping soundly, and the sleep bubble also grew bigger and smaller as he gasped for breath. .

Snapped!

Sleep bubble burst.

Breath changed? Lynch's heart skipped a beat.

Cavendish's face suddenly changed, from the original sunny painting style to a gloomy and terrifying situation, the corners of his mouth opened strangely, as if a terrifying monster was slowly recovering on his face , and gradually evoked a piercing smile.

His eyes opened suddenly, they turned out to be pale, looking extremely strange.

"that person……?!"

The change in Cavendish's temperament was so obvious, his body exuded a sense of murderous aggression, even Robin, who was watching the battle not far away, felt a sharpness that seemed to sting his skin.

"Roar..." The orangutan, who was staring and watching coldly from a distance, seemed to be stimulated by this aura, and began to roar, and its huge body shook uncomfortably.

"White Horse" stood up slowly, holding the sword loosely in his hand, grinning evilly, raised his head, and stared at Lynch opposite him with a pair of strange white eyes.

call……

The next moment, the "White Horse" disappeared on the spot. Even left a short afterimage.

A light breeze brushed over Lynch's cheek, leaving a bloodstain.

wind.

More and more wind.

In just one breath, dozens of winds rolled towards Lynch, sweeping him back, forth, left, and right.

Shua, Shua, Shua... His clothes were chopped off, and wounds were left on his skin.

Robin was very surprised. Since Lynch practiced on Nine Snake Island for the past few years, she has never seen such an advantage in front of Lynch. The speed of that Cavendish became so fast that she couldn't see any shadow at all, so fast that even Lynch couldn't see the sword he drew, and couldn't catch the trajectory, so he could only stand in the original place. Use iron blocks to defend?

The wind was still blowing, getting stronger and stronger, creating a whirlwind.

Click! Click! Click! Even on the surrounding trees, traces of chopping appeared one after another.

"B.I.B" pulled Robin back, "White Horse" was a lunatic, after he realized that his sword could not really kill the body, the sword became more and more crazy, and the scope of "whirlwind" swept wider and wider. The ferocity of the "White Horse" is indiscriminate. Now that Cavendish's guards are here, he can still cut it..."White Horse" was born to enjoy swords and killing.

The sword of "White Horse" was getting faster and faster, and the whirlwind also showed signs of soaring towards the hurricane, click, click... More and more trees were cut in two.

From time to time, the orangutan's body was also cut with bloody wounds. It slapped against the surging wind in the air uneasily, hiding back, rushing forward, rushing back and forth... the wounds cut by the whirlwind, in the It soon stopped bleeding and healed, and the orangutan became more and more manic, venting the anger that came from nowhere in the strong wind. Suddenly, it stepped on a huge graffiti "magic circle" on the ground, and its manic momentum suddenly It was swept away, and he lay lazily on the ground, glanced at the little human girl beside him, but didn't care about it, and just grabbed the lice on his body.

"B.I.B" put it on Marianne, and led her to walk among the "Weasel" full of slashing wind blades and draw this "leisure green" graffiti that can calm this violent orangutan.

Marianne seemed to find this quite interesting. Looking at her body, it seemed that she was not afraid of anything wearing this, which was very cool.

Is it... want to ponder? The long and narrow eyes glowing with white light, and the dark green eyes of Robin not far away, all took a look at the orangutan who was lazily scratching lice in Marianne's hypnotic graffiti. Even if there are still wind blades cutting through its skin and bleeding out, it doesn't care, lazily, allowing one wound after another to appear, stop bleeding, and heal...

But over there, in the ten or so seconds after the "White Horse" appeared, the weasel's gust of wind had intensified.

The wind blade became more and more violent.

Lynch remained motionless. Although the wounds on his body continued to increase, his eyes were extremely calm and kept moving, catching the trace of the "white horse".

"Hahahaha……"

Gradually, in the gusts of wind that passed by, he heard a strange laughter hidden in it.

The wounds on Lynch's body became shallower and shallower, so that there were no more wounds, but the sound of gold and iron colliding where the clothes were torn.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

when! when! when!

Lynch's body became more and more firm as steel, his eyes were sharp, combined with the arrogance of knowledge, he seemed to break through the limit of human eyes, and slowly saw the white figure that was erratic in the wind.

The "White Horse" brushed past Lynch, and the "innocent" strange evil smile on his face slowly became a little stiff as he waved his sword.

The needle-like tip of the sword skimmed across Lynch's neck, but it made an ear-piercing sound as if brushing against a steel armor...

In the eyes of "White Horse", it seems that in the world played slowly frame by frame, the face of Giorno, who could only stand in place and suffer the sword, suddenly turned around in the next frame.

Click, another frame, Lynch is already facing the "white horse" with a stiff smile, Lynch's lips move slightly...

Kacha, another frame, Lynch's mouth slowly opened and closed, and his hand stretched towards the "White Horse" at some point... The evil smile of the "White Horse" had the meaning of gnashing of teeth...

Kacha, another frame, Lynch smiled, and his big hand was already covering his face... "White Horse" just raised his sword to block...

Lynch's big hand grabbed the "White Horse" out of the surging weasel wind.

"White Horse" was shocked. This was the first time since his birth that his speed was clearly seen by others, and it was also the first time that he was touched by someone other than his own blade.

He was held up in front of Lynch's big hands, and there was a squeezing sensation from the thick five fingers on his skull, which almost cracked his skull...

"I caught you." What Giorno said just now slowly drifted into the ears of "White Horse".

Swish!

"White Horse" gritted his teeth evilly, and stabbed Lynch's abdomen with a sword.

The point of the sword with a cold glow touched Lynch's tattered clothes, only 0.01 centimeters away from his abdominal muscles, and he couldn't move any further.

Lynch's other hand held the blade firmly.

How could he... keep up with my sword... "White Horse" stared blankly at Lynch with those demonic white eyes, and soon Lynch's face in front of him quickly approached...

boom!

Lynch hit the head of the "white horse" with a hammer.

Throwing the kid aside casually, he rolled on the ground a few times like a broken gourd, and lay down on his back, as if he had passed out with his eyes closed.

"hiss……"

Lynch grinned, gasped, covered his neck, and shook his arms.

It's really hard...

As he thought about it, Cavendish, who was lying on the ground over there, woke up quickly.

Robin and "B.I.B" also leaned over when they saw the battle was over.

"..." Cavendish sat on the ground, glanced around familiarly, observed the situation, and was shocked that the "White Horse" guy actually caused such a big damage this time, did he go too crazy? That bastard? ! But when he saw Giorno, who was still standing there and seemed to have nothing wrong with him, he immediately showed Enilo's incredulous and shocked face.

"You, you—did you—beat that fellow 'White Horse'?!!!!"

Cavendish exclaimed exaggeratedly, as if he saw the most unreasonable thing.

"What's this called? Is it normal for him to lose to me?" Lynch rubbed his neck and rolled his eyes angrily.

Robin asked amusedly and worriedly: "Just now, what happened? Why did Cavendish...seem to be a different person?"

"Second personality." Lynch said, "When Cavendish fell asleep, another personality called 'White Horse' lurking in his mind would come out to take over his body and hack people at will."

"What do you mean hacking people indiscriminately!" Cavendish dissatisfied, "Although that bastard is indeed hacking people casually, his swordsmanship is not 'random', okay! Hiss..." When this body moved, he found that his body was indiscriminately. The muscles were so sore, Cavendish gasped, fell to the ground and rolled over and over again.

"Well, it's really powerful!" Lynch rubbed his arm that seemed to be torn, looked at the approaching "B.I.B", looked at its long and narrow eyes with white light, and said with a smile, "Also I don’t know how this kid managed to do it, but he gave birth to another... It can be said that it is a monster of "life return". 300%, 500%, or even 1,000% of the potential of the body will be unleashed, resulting in incredible speed and swordsmanship..."

If we say that Lynch's genius in the field of "return of life" is an all-round genius.

Then "White Horse"'s monster-like talent in returning life is specialized in "speed". He can explode in an instant with a speed far exceeding the "shaving" of the sixth form!

Lynch had been hacked by him for so long, and slowly felt a little way.

The enchantment of "White Horse" also inspires him in his practice of returning life.

Cavendish looked at Lynch and said indignantly, "You are such a monster..."

He never thought that anyone would be the opponent of the "White Horse", but he never expected that this man named Giorno would beat the "White Horse" back alive. Is this still reasonable? Are there such unreasonable monsters in the sea?

"I would like to accept the bet, Your Royal Highness." Lynch said with a smile, "You lost. Before we leave here, you must obediently listen to us."

Cavendish sat on the ground with a very unhappy expression, but he couldn't give an excuse to regret it.

"Treat us well, and..."

"Exchange those pirates for bounties, right?" Cavendish sat down on the ground and said depressedly, "Okay, I understand. My guards should have packed up the corpses of the pirates. "

"Also, find a permanent pointer to 'Folchette Island.'"

"Ah? There are other requirements!?" Cavendish looked shocked.

"The content of the bet is 'obediently listen to us'..." Lynch kindly reminded, "It's very considerate of me to make a specific request, isn't it?"

Cavendish was about to vomit blood, and stared angrily at this shameless guy.

"In addition, there is another person..."

and also? ! As soon as Lynch spoke, Cavendish almost exploded.

While talking, Giorno slowly walked towards the orangutan who was lazily lying on the ground and scratching his lice.

"Why is it so peaceful?!" Cavendish glanced at it from a distance, feeling incredible.

Robin knelt down and touched Marianne's little head. This girl's hypnotic ability is really... even more incredible than Lynch's hypnotism.

Lynch stretched out his hand while walking, and the left arm armor of "B.I.B" covered with blue flame patterns flew over and automatically slipped into his arm.

"Roar……"

If you get close, you can see that the orangutan lying lazily scratching lice on Marianne's "Leisure Green" is restless, and his scarred body is shaking slightly.

The oil paint graffiti under its seat has been rubbed to blur some lines, and the hypnotic effect has weakened a lot.

"Roar……"

The orangutan glared fiercely at the human who walked in front of him.

"When I first met you, I felt something was wrong. Thinking of a little girl I met before, you seemed to behave like her lost mother..."

Lynch raised his head and looked at the orangutan. As soon as he spoke, a trace of struggling confusion flashed in the orangutan's beastly eyes.

At this moment, Lynch, wearing a left arm armor covered with blue flame patterns, punched the red-haired gorilla in the chest.

The orangutan is writhing, but its body is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, rapidly shrinking, and slowly revealing the outline of a human being... and the silhouette lying on its side is slowly outlined as a human woman lying on its side... …

Lynch's hand was withdrawn from the white plumpness, and between the five fingers covered with blue flame patterns, he was holding a triangular chip glowing with white light...

Zoology · human fruit · orangutan form.