Chapter 28: The Power of Finger Pistol
[You have thoroughly analyzed the theoretical principles behind the Marine Six Styles' Finger Pistol technique. Drawing from the experience of a hundred Marines and techniques involving finger strength from your previous life, you have created the "Death Finger Pistol."]
[In traditional Finger Pistol, a Marine focuses all their strength into their index finger to deliver a blow with hardened fingertips, achieving a bullet-like force capable of piercing human bodies—and even steel.]
[Death Finger Pistol, however, channels a significant amount of Qi into the fingertip to form an "air bullet," which can be launched with a force comparable to a high-powered shot. The power of the air bullet depends on the quality and quantity of Qi. With mastery, one can even enhance it with Armament Haki, significantly increasing its destructive potential.]
As the system prompt echoed, a new method for condensing Qi materialized in Chiba's mind. Testing it, he quickly gathered Qi at his fingertip, forming a tiny, milky-white air bullet no larger than a soybean.
Chiba moved to the lab, where special steel plates were set up for testing.
For context, an ordinary Rear Admiral using the standard Finger Pistol could penetrate a specialized ultra-hard board with a hardness level of 30 and a thickness of 3 centimeters. With human skull hardness ranging between 3 and 4, Finger Pistol could pierce the skull effortlessly, akin to cutting through tofu.
For his test, Chiba selected ten ultra-hard boards, each with a hardness of 30 and a thickness of 3 centimeters, stacking them together. He aimed his finger at the plates, focusing his Qi.
"Death Finger Pistol."
The air bullet launched, glinting as it cut through the air, leaving a streak of white light. With terrifying force, it blasted through the ten ultra-hard boards, the steel tabletop beneath, and continued deep into the ground.
A slight but resonant echo lingered in the lab.
Chiba picked up the steel plates, inspecting the damage. The impact point was still smoking, releasing a faint, acrid odor. The edges of the hole were smooth, slightly red-hot, and warm to the touch.
Chiba nodded, satisfied. This technique could easily penetrate dozens of skulls if unleashed on a crowd. Even if he used it in a surprise attack, it would be a lethal move—even against a Vice Admiral.
The Death Finger Pistol was, indeed, overwhelmingly powerful. For Marine-wide use, he would need to tone it down substantially, reducing its potency by at least ten times—maybe even twenty.
With a nod, he got to work, modifying the Finger Pistol technique to reduce its power and simplify the training process, creating a minimalist Finger Pistol suitable for any Marine capable of Qi training.
As he prepared to dive back into his research, a guard entered, saluting sharply. "Vice Admiral Chiba, the Marshal has requested your presence."
"Understood," Chiba replied, tidying himself and donning his "Justice" cape before heading toward the Marshal's office.
At the door, the familiar guard greeted him with a smile. "Vice Admiral Chiba, the Marshal's been eagerly awaiting you."
Chiba nodded, and the guard opened the door, allowing him inside.
Inside, Chiba noted a sizable gathering. Marshal Sengoku sat at the head, and after half a month, it was clear that he had undergone significant changes. His skin looked smoother, his eyes sharper, and his overall energy more vibrant—benefits from practicing the Divine Power Awakening Method.
On Sengoku's left sat Chiba's grandfather, Garp, who had changed even more noticeably. His once-graying hair had turned a darker, fuller shade, and his skin seemed healthier, with a bright sheen. His eyes sparkled, and his entire presence felt more formidable, evidence of his progress with the Giant Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.
Across from Garp sat Sakazuki. Though he had also trained with Qi exercises, his improvements were less visible, and he appeared slightly tense as he took in Garp and Sengoku's newfound vitality.
The Marshal looks at least ten years younger, Sakazuki mused with a hint of bitterness. And Garp looks more youthful than me. He frowned. They must have trained in an advanced method, something Chiba kept to himself.
His gaze turned steely. This brat Chiba must be holding back the best techniques. Maybe I can leverage the World Government to get everything out of him.
Lost in thought, Sakazuki's eyes narrowed as Chiba entered, while Sengoku's face lit up in a bright smile.
"Chiba, come in! Sit with us," Sengoku said warmly, clearly pleased with his progress from Chiba's guidance.
"Thank you, Marshal," Chiba replied. But as he scanned the seats, he hesitated. Sengoku had Garp to his left, and Sakazuki to his right, leaving no open seat directly beside him.
Sengoku noticed this and turned to Sakazuki. "Sakazuki, switch seats. Chiba, you sit here."
Sakazuki's face darkened, and for a moment, it looked like he might protest. Internally, he seethed. This old fool… In a few years, I'll take over as Marshal, whether he likes it or not.
Still, he swallowed his irritation and, with a tight-lipped nod, stood up and moved to another seat, freeing the place for Chiba.
As he sat, Chiba noted Sakazuki's barely concealed scowl, aware of the brewing resentment.
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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!
𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:
• 𝘽𝙤𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪
• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮
• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝
• 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗠𝗼𝗲𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:
• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟴𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.
• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!
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