Three days after Ron comprehended the Transparent World and eavesdropped on the conversation between Gion and Tsuru, he retrieved a silver pistol with infinite bullets from his system space.
Guns and swords—both are a man's passion.
Ron was no exception.
The silver pistol looked remarkably similar to the revolvers from his previous world. Entirely silver and incredibly stylish, it radiated a powerful aura. The bullets, also silver, were more powerful and faster than the lead bullets of this world.
Although the gun was labeled as having infinite bullets, it wasn't quite as Ron imagined. Each day, he could only fire six rounds, which would refresh the following day.
Ron, having mastered Mechanical Proficiency, immediately understood how to use the pistol the moment he touched it, becoming a firearms expert. With Observation Haki and the Transparent World ability, he was confident he could achieve pinpoint accuracy.
If he could coat the bullets with Haki, the power would likely be even more devastating, potentially becoming a lethal weapon against certain Devil Fruit users.
Ron was eager to test the gun's power.
However, being in Marineford, any experiments would cause too much of a commotion and possibly lead to unnecessary trouble, so he decided to hold off for now.
"Perhaps Mechanical Proficiency has other uses," he thought.
Without any immediate training objectives, Ron turned his focus to the Mechanical Proficiency skill. A multitude of ideas filled his mind. With sufficient materials and tools, he was confident he could create a variety of things.
It was at that moment that Garp, who had been away on a capture mission, returned to Marineford and appeared before him.
"Huh? You want to go to the mechanics lab?" Garp stared at Ron, his mouth agape as if he were trying to swallow a fist.
"Yes." Ron nodded. "Unless it's prohibited."
"Wait, wait, wait! Tell me first—what do you want to do in the mechanics lab? There are only scientific instruments and scientists with glasses in there, no strong fighters to help you train." Garp's voice held a trace of unease.
"I know all that." Ron replied with a natural look. "I want to go to the lab to make things."
"Make things? You?" Garp bent down, scrutinizing Ron with suspicion before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"What's so funny? I'm not joking," Ron replied seriously.
"ha-ha!" Garp laughed even harder at Ron's deadpan expression, tears streaming from his eyes.
"ha-ha-ha! I thought you were a serious kid, Ron, but you really know how to joke."
Seeing Garp's reaction, Ron felt slightly irritated, but after thinking it through, he calmed down. Although he wanted to delve into mechanics, this was the Marine headquarters. Showing too much skill here might not be wise. If the Marines noticed his potential and value in this field, it might be difficult for him to leave in the future.
He decided to save it for later, once he left Marineford.
With that resolved, he leaned back on his bed. "Fine, just consider it a joke."
Lying down, he glanced at Garp. "Old man, have you been back to Foosha Village recently?"
Having laughed enough, Garp pulled out a bag of donuts, took a seat, and responded, "Nope. Just caught a notorious pirate, and tomorrow I'll escort him to Impel Down. I just stopped by to check on you. As for Foosha Village, I had a call with Dadan; everything's fine there, but…"
"About a month and a half ago, that little girl Kuina also left."
Garp took a bite of a donut. "Seems she's set out to sea, and her whereabouts are currently unknown."
Kuina… you've set sail too?
"I heard about what happened with Zephyr. I can't believe Doflamingo was bold enough to attack a Marine ship like that."
Garp spoke while munching on his donut. "Did you encounter him this time?"
Ron snapped out of his thoughts and nodded.
"A matter of life and death."
"Haha, well said." Garp laughed heartily. "With your current strength, facing him alone would indeed be a dangerous venture."
"Next time I see him, I'll make sure he feels the same way." Ron's voice was calm.
"Well said!" Garp laughed, nodding approvingly. "To grow stronger, you have to meet and surpass powerful opponents."
"I know that." Ron stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. "How is Admiral Zephyr now?"
"He's no longer an Admiral." Crunch. Garp took another bite of his donut. "He's alright, though. He's with the Special Science Group now. It seems they're planning to craft a mechanical arm for him, and he actually requested it himself. An old man like him isn't going to stop, even in retirement."
Ron said nothing more.
After sitting with Ron for a while, Garp prepared to leave.
As Garp's figure moved away, Ron called out, "Old man, you're headed to Impel Down, right?"
The next day, Ron departed from Marineford with Garp on his warship, bound for Impel Down.
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