Pirate: I became famous in the era of Rocks!

"Character Panel: Yamamoto Genryanagi Shigekuni (0%)

Swordsmanship: 0%

Boxing: 0%

Instant Step: 0%

Ghost way: 0%

Zanpakutō: Flowing Blade like Fire (Unawakened)"

"..." Aizen was speechless for a moment, "This panel is so sloppy."

"The host, the simple panel can not only facilitate your operation, but also intuitively reflect the information."

"Okay, okay, this is good." Aizen waved his hand helplessly.

"Then what does the 0% behind this mean?" Aizen asked confused.

"The percentage after each skill refers to the percentage of the character's ability that you inherit. If all of them reach 100%, then your strength will be almost the same as that of the character in his heyday."

Suddenly, Aizen thought of something, "Then will I inherit his character or memory?"

Aizen's expression suddenly became serious. After all, no one wanted to be influenced and become a stranger.

"Host, please rest assured that the system has already taken this into consideration. You will only inherit his skills.

If you remember, you will at most inherit the memory of his skills, such as sword skills, insights on each skill, etc. "

"Huh~" Aizen breathed a long sigh of relief, "That's good."

Aizen checked the system carefully again and found that there was nothing wrong, so he closed the system and returned his attention to reality.

The sun in the distance has slowly exposed the sea level, and golden rays of light shot out from the depths of the clouds.

In the square of Marineland, the soldiers training gradually became sparse. It seemed that it was time to have breakfast.

Aizen stood up and took back the long knife on his leg (after all, he hadn't awakened yet, so it couldn't be called Ryuken Wakahu) and put it back into his soul.

Then he ran down the mountain quickly.

In the process of running, Aizen clearly felt that his physical fitness had been greatly enhanced.

He speculated that it might be the gradual awakening of the Datongmu clan's physique, and of course, it might also be the influence of the captain's panel.

Looking at the rising sun in the distance, he felt his body slowly getting stronger. At this moment, Aizen's heart was filled with ambition and hope.

Soon, Aizen ran back home.

Aizen gently pushed open the door and tiptoed up to the second floor.

Seeing that the door of Zefa's study was still closed and there was no quilt on the bed in his bedroom, Aizen knew that Zefa must not have woken up yet.

Aizen then tiptoed down the second floor, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then found the kitchen.

The tableware in the kitchen was covered with dust. It seemed that Zefa would not use these things at all.

Also, the navy has its own canteen, so there is no need for senior generals to cook their own meals.

Aizen closed the kitchen door to prevent noise from spreading out, and then slowly started cleaning.

……

In the study room, the alarm clock on the desk suddenly rang.

Zefa was woken up by the alarm in a daze, and reached out to grab the alarm.

Unexpectedly, he missed the alarm clock and knocked over an empty wine bottle on the table with his arm.

The empty wine bottle rolled off the desk, drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and then accurately hit other empty wine bottles scattered on the floor.

The wine bottle shattered without accident, making a crisp sound.

The sound of the wine bottle breaking made Zefa, who was still in a daze, instantly refreshed.

Zefa looked at the mess in front of him and suddenly felt a headache.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up to move his body, trying to wake up from his drunken state as soon as possible.

Suddenly, he felt something slipping from his body.

Taking a closer look, it was his quilt.

Zefa slowly picked up the quilt and recalled everything last night.

He clearly remembered that he didn't bring a quilt, so this quilt is...

Zefa suddenly had a guess, he quietly walked out of the study, and came to the door of Aizen's room.

But he found that Aizen's room was already empty, and the quilts on the bed were neatly stacked together.

At this time, the aroma of food filled the air.

Zefa walked down the stairs along the scent, and found that the empty table had been covered with a white tablecloth.

There was a plate placed on both sides of the table, each plate had toast, a fried egg, and a glass of hot milk.

At this time, Aizen walked out with a plate of grilled sausages.

"Uncle, hurry up and wash up, we are ready to serve dinner." Blue Ran greeted.

Zefa was stunned, a little at a loss for a moment.

"Uncle, the food will be cold soon~" Aizen urged.

"Oh..." Zefa responded quickly, and then quickly entered the bathroom.

After Zefa rinsed his face with cold water several times, he slowly recovered.

Zefa came to the table and looked at the breakfast that Aizen made for himself, his eyes were a little moist.

After all, for so many years, except when he returned to Fina's place, he had lived alone.

Usually, Zefa stays in the office all day long and only comes back at night when he is sleeping.

When I'm hungry, I eat in the canteen. I rarely turn on my own stove, let alone have someone at home to cook for me.

"Uncle, eat quickly. I just don't know if it suits your taste. There are only these left at home, so I can only make this." Seeing that Zefa was still in a daze, Lan Ran hurriedly urged.

"Hmm...ok..." Zefa replied softly.

Soon, the whole room was filled with the sound of clinking dishes and chopsticks.

In the end, Zefa and Aizen finished eating at the same time.

Seeing that Zefa had finished his breakfast, Aizen reached for his bowl and chopsticks.

Seeing this, Zefa wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by Aizen.

"Uncle, go to work quickly. These housework are very simple, I have no problem."

Zefa actually wanted to say that Marshal Kong gave him a week off yesterday, which is why he dared to hangover last night.

Seeing that Aizen insisted on taking the bowl away, Zefa didn't say anything, and then sat on the chair.

Seeing Aizen's busy figure, Zefa said: "Well, little Aizen, you don't actually need to cook. From tomorrow on, you can just go to the cafeteria with me."

When Aizen heard this, his hand movements paused for a moment, and then he responded: "Okay, I understand, uncle!"

Zefa suddenly regretted what he said just now. He intended to worry that a child in Aizen would be tired from cooking and would be prone to danger.

But saying this, he inevitably worried that it would make Aizen think too much.

The sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks came from the kitchen, and Zefa put his hands on the table, feeling the remaining warmth of the breakfast.

At this moment, Zefa suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

Zefa got up slowly and went back to his room.

He took off his casual clothes and took out a black suit from the bookcase.

After getting dressed, he looked firmly at the photos of Fina and Rancher on the table.

"Fina, Rancher, don't worry, I will definitely live well."

"Fina, I will definitely take good care of little Aizen. I will treat him as our son." Zefa murmured.

Then he walked downstairs.

When passing by the kitchen, Zefa said: "Xiao Aizen, I'm going to the marshal's office. I will definitely be back before noon."

"Okay~" Aizen poked his head out of the kitchen and responded.

As soon as he reached the door, Zefa seemed to think of something again, and added: "If you want to go out to play, you can walk around, but don't run too far."

"Across the street is your Aunt He's house, the same aunt who took you to dinner yesterday. She has a girl who is about the same age as you. You can play with her."

"Okay~ I got it, uncle!" Aizen turned his back to Zefa and shouted, waving the shovel.