[One Piece/Arknights] For Whom the Ode Tolls?

"It's really amazing."

Greta retracted her hand to draw the bow string and looked at Shanks walking in the distance with a serious expression. The pirates behind her were dumbfounded as they watched their captain open his palms. There was a complete hole in the two wooden boards the size of a fingernail.

"Really?! Are all newcomers now monsters?! Are they monsters???!!!"

"Forget about that guy Jesus Bu, why is a little girl so strong now?! It's been too long since I've been out and about, am I out of date with my knowledge?!"

"Hey!!! Whatever you call me, forget it. Although I feel like you are praising me, are you also scolding me?"

"I lost." Although Greta was a little unwilling, she saw that on the wooden board that belonged to the Jesus cloth, the ball was in the center of it, and the hole in her wooden board was to the left. , I have to admit that the man known as the Sniper King is still very powerful, "Gun // It's a pity that I don't have my own guardian gun yet. When I reach the age of having a guardian gun, I will definitely compete with you again!!!"

"Actually, I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is a guardian gun?"

"In my hometown, everyone will have at least one guardian gun of their own. However, according to Sister Jochebed, my family tradition is that you will not have your own gun until you reach adulthood at the age of twenty-one. I still have one. Not even old enough.”

After hearing Greta explain this strange rule, Jesus spread his hands and said that he couldn't understand it: "But you can also own other guns first, and then wait until you are twenty-one to make a guardian gun, right?"

"This is against the rules!"

"Hahaha, we are pirates, how come we have so many rules and regulations." Jesus laughed a few times and patted her shoulder. "However, I am quite optimistic about your skills - in actual combat, sniping is not only about the hit rate on small targets. Do you want to continue?"

Greta didn’t hesitate: “Yes!”

The competition event on the second day was also on an uninhabited island. It was still shooting targets hidden in branches and bushes in the forest, but Shanks and the watching crew hid the targets in different places, belonging to Jesus. The cloth is red, and the one belonging to Greta is black.

"Each of you has 60 targets. Once you hit them all, the game ends. Is that okay?"

Greta nodded seriously. She had received similar training in the monastery and was somewhat confident in her own strength: "I have no problem! You can set off at any time!"

"Hahahaha, Greta, you are so confident! Very good!"

The moment Shanks announced the start, her bowstring was fully drawn, and the arrowhead accurately passed through the leaves and nailed the black target hidden behind it.

The sharp eyes that the Liboli race is proud of clearly caught every hidden black target. Greta fully unfolded the bow//crossbow, riding the updraft into the air, and quickly plucked the bowstring with her fingers, in rapid succession. After shooting dozens of arrows, the arrows that looked like star trails in the sky pierced them quickly and lightly. She landed silently, and then jumped to the branches again, locking the location of the last target.

Shanks' hand.

"Oops! It was so dangerous, I almost got hit," Shanks saw that she used rapid fire to generate countless dense attacks, and used the Overlord's Haki to easily knock them all away. He looked at Greta with a smile on his face. He looked confused, "It seems that you can also be armed and domineering, which is great! But there's still a little bit left to be desired!"

"Well, this is a domineering spirit that I have never seen before. It should be what Uncle Dawson calls 'the domineering king'." Greta was not discouraged, but nodded with satisfaction, "Yeah! Come to Mr. Jesus this time." It’s so worth it! Make a fortune!”

Shanks watched her draw the full-moon bow string again and aim it at him. The smile in her eyes deepened: "That's right. She won't shrink in front of the strong, but instead arouses her fighting spirit even more. In response to your words I have to be more courageous, so I have to be a little more careful.”

This time it was a shock wave wrapped in armed haki. Shanks jumped a few steps and dodged all the attacks, but he immediately felt something was wrong - his movements paused for a few seconds.

Right now, Greta immediately pushed the bowstring inward one click, shrank it into a mini-hand//crossbow, aimed at the target in red-haired Shanks' hand, and fired an arrow.

At the same time, the last target was Ben Beckman, and Jesus Bu, who was still besieged by De Ge and Lachilu, also used his flintlock pistol/gun to fire two guns in succession, hitting the deputy captain's belt. black target.

Shanks glanced at the pierced red target and asked Greta, "Greta, are you a fruit user?"

Greta shook her head, "I'm not, and I don't intend to become a fruit user."

"Hmm, but I did feel it just now. My movements paused uncontrollably for a moment," Shanks said thoughtfully, "and this is not any kind of domineering."

In the face of absolute strength, lying and silence are meaningless, so Greta told him the answer directly.

"That is the special ability of my race, the 'Origin Spell'. It is similar to a Devil Fruit. The user has a chance of suffering from the incurable disease 'Ore Disease'. This disease is extremely contagious and has a fatality rate of nearly 100%. Hundred."

After hearing her explanation, Shanks' expression became very serious: "Greta, you shouldn't tell others about the existence of the Origin Stone spell easily. You don't know how many people will be coveted by this power. What brings you danger—whether it’s contracting a disease from using it, or being coveted for your abilities.”

"No," Greta is very confident about this. This type of Origin Stone spell only exists on the continent of Terra. The special crossbow//arrow in her hand is only mastered by Rutland craftsmen. "This is derived from the blood of the race." I don’t think other people can do it if they get the Source Stone. Besides, people who know it probably won’t do this kind of thing - you won’t hurt me for this little power, right, Mr. Shanks?”

"Hahahaha! That's true! However, no matter how much you praise me, I can't give you any slack."

"No, I don't need it. Letting go is an insult to my sniper ability, so don't do it."

Ben Beckman came over with a red target belonging to Jesus Bu. Greta only needed to take a look at it and came to the same conclusion: "Well, I lost. Mr. Jesus Bu's targets all hit the bullseye, and I was here." Mr. Shanks’s target, the arrow just scratched the edge.”

Jesus comforted her and said: "Oh, after all, that is the captain. Although he deserved to be hit due to negligence in the end, next time Greta, you can target his flowery pants and hit him."

"Hey, I don't want that kind of thing. It's so disgusting."

"Jesus cloth! Greta!"

Ben Beckman gave Jesus a rare affirmative look, and then glared at his captain: "Shanks, don't underestimate her. A woman who can have her own name on the sea, even a little girl, shouldn't be underestimated. watch for."

"No," De Gee looked at Greta's little arms and legs, then looked at the bow//crossbow in her hand that was half a head taller than her when unfolded, and said slowly, "It can hit '4 The target in the emperor's hand, no matter how you look at it, it can't be considered a woman."

Beckman was silent for a second, "Yeah, you're right."