At this moment, the numbers on Roy's system panel suddenly shifted, triggering a significant transformation.
[Name: Roy Zoldyck]
[Bone Age: 17]
[Physique: 73 → 80] (Normal human: 10)
[Speed: 80 → 94] (Normal human: 10)
[Strength: 100 → 120] (Normal human: 10)
[Nen Capacity: 135 → 150] (Normal human: 10)
[Template Character: Admiral Fujitora "Issho" – Unlock Progress: 23% → 30%]
[Experience Points: 7 → 0]
After a week of dedicated training and silent meditation, Roy had finally reached his goal: increasing the synchronization rate with Admiral Fujitora's template to 30%.
With it came a massive surge of insight—cultivation experience, life energy, and a far deeper understanding of both Nen and his Devil Fruit–based powers. Especially the development of his Kenbunshoku Haki, the Color of Observation—refined into something far beyond what anyone expected.
It was what Jeno once mentioned in awe:
"Round."
"Even if I gouged out my own eyes, it wouldn't stop me from sensing the true nature of this world…"
"To the one inheriting my will—may your heart remain kind and your life burn bright."
As flowers bloomed in the void, an ethereal presence emerged behind Roy.
A man in a purple suit with wooden sandals, a Justice cloak fluttering behind him. His sword cane tapped the ground gently. Though his eyes were shut, the aura he exuded saw through the very soul of this world.
"Thank you."
Roy bowed his head. With newfound understanding swelling in his chest, he whispered as the projection faded.
Fujitora smiled gently and tapped Roy's brow with his blade—the moment he did, a terrifying wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted from Roy's body.
Like a hurricane, it burst outward—blasting through the forest, engulfing Jeno, and rapidly sweeping through the mountainside.
400 meters.
Without pause.
"W-What in the world?!"
"That's… Round?!"
Jeno's beard blew upward as if struck by a gust. His jaw trembled in disbelief.
The renowned Enhancer Nobunaga once boasted a Round radius of 50 meters.
Jeno, after decades of training, had reached 300 meters—and even then, he considered himself among the elite.
But Roy?
His Round blasted past that. Four hundred meters.
A number Jeno had never even dared to dream of.
"He… just surpassed me."
"This boy… the grandson I've ignored the most… actually crushed me in the field I took pride in…"
Jeno stood in stunned silence as Roy opened his pale, sightless eyes and casually said:
"Old man… how do you like my new 'Round'?"
Jeno's eyebrow twitched.
"Hmph. It's fine."
"Still has room for improvement."
Room to what?! Shrink from 400 to 300?!
Roy grinned. "Why not show me yours? You know… just for comparison?"
"Let's verify where the 'room for improvement' really is, shall we?"
Jeno coughed and stared up at the sky, changing the topic.
"Ahem… Getting late. We'll test another time."
Roy blinked. "Oh? Afraid it'll only last a blink of an eye? You can't do it anymore, old man?"
Jeno's face darkened. Avoiding eye contact, he stomped off without another word.
"This brat is too damn annoying!"
"Silva was never like this when he was young! Damn it—who the hell did he inherit this from?!"
Frustrated beyond words, the Zoldyck patriarch disappeared into the night, retreating toward the castle.
Step, step, step…
Roy's voice followed lazily:
"No way? Don't tell me you're actually washed up, old man?"
Jeno almost tripped.
Damn brat!
Roy chuckled as the sound of footsteps faded.
Just then, his panel lit up with a new notification:
[You may now access the attribute panel of: Jeno Zoldyck]
This was huge.
Before now, Roy's strength wasn't enough to view the stats of true elites like Silva or Jeno.
But now… he could.
Which meant only one thing:
"I've officially stepped into the realm of the top powerhouses!"
With fire in his heart and anticipation in his voice, Roy declared:
"System! Open Jeno Zoldyck's attribute panel—let me see what the old man's really packing!"