The sacred light illuminated the entire office at this moment.
Unlike Borsalino's light, it wasn't harsh to the eyes.
Instead, it evoked an irresistible urge to reach out and embrace its purity.
Jake's voice rang out at the same time, carrying an ethereal quality that seemed almost inhuman—a natural characteristic of the Holy Light, not an effect he actively controlled.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, this is the most basic healing ability my Devil Fruit can do. I've named it 'Healing Prayer.' This ability can restore a certain amount of stamina and heal injuries for all allies within a certain range, including mental fatigue and other factors. Currently, my control range is roughly within a five-meter radius. Beyond that, the effect weakens significantly."
As Jake spoke, Sengoku's expression nearly cracked.
Having personally experienced this fruit's power, he understood better than anyone just how exaggerated Jake's healing ability was.
He had once witnessed Marco the Phoenix's blue flames.
Though Marco had only been an apprentice crew member at the time, those brilliant flames had left a deep impression on him.
While Marco's flames could also heal, their effectiveness diminished greatly when used on others.
But Jake's healing was different—not only was it exceptionally effective on others, but it was also an aoe ability.
More importantly, Jake's healing wasn't just about restoring injuries.
It was a terrifying power that could dispel all negative conditions—mental exhaustion, physical trauma and more!
This was no longer simple healing—it was akin to the divine or angelic power found in myths!
Instinctively, Sengoku glanced at his old friend Zephyr, who had long suffered from asthma.
Just as he expected, Zephyr's complexion was visibly improving, his pallor and sickly demeanor fading as vigorous vitality surged once more from his aged body.
But Jake's surprises didn't end there.
With a slight clench of his hand, the euphoric comfort they had just felt vanished instantly.
In its place, a dazzling golden light concentrated around Zephyr's location.
Like the soft whisper of an angel in one ear, like the warm winter sun caressing one's face, Jake's voice came through once more.
"And if we narrow down the healing ability in scope, concentrating all its power onto a single individual, it can achieve the ultimate healing power."
As Jake spoke, everyone instinctively turned their gaze towards Zephyr.
Within that golden radiance, the purple-haired man body gradually emanated a terrifying pressure that shook their very souls.
That pressure was a unique characteristic of Black Arm Zephyr at his peak!
At this moment, the illness that had been weaken him has been preliminarily treated.
Though not completely eradicated, it at least ensured Zephyr wouldn't suffer another asthma during this period.
If others could already sense the vigorous vitality, how much more so for Zephyr himself, bathed in the Holy Light.
He felt the changes in his body—an inexhaustible strength surging through him, as if new flesh was slowly emerging from his aged and decaying form.
Yet none of this mattered, because within the Holy Light that nearly obscured his vision, he saw her—his wife holding their child.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from the eyes of this admiral who had never killed.
The faces of his wife and child were so vivid—their skin, warmth, scent—everything seemed within reach, as if they had never left.
But when he looked closer, they vanished.
As the Holy Light gradually dissipated, only his colleagues and students remained before him, their expressions complex.
He touched his slightly damp eyes, then approached Jake and asked softly.
"Was what I just saw real?"
Jake merely nodded slightly, then shook his head and replied.
"I'm sorry, Admiral Zephyr, I can't give you a definitive answer. Sometimes the Holy Light reflects the figures of those held dear in one's heart, but even I don't know whether they're real or not."
Hearing Jake's words, Zephyr said nothing.
He simply stepped forward and embraced the boy, his aged voice trembling slightly.
"It's alright. You don't need to apologize, Jake. Thank you... for letting me see them again and for curing my illness. I won't forget this kindness."
Watching the old man embrace the young boy, everyone present fell silent.
They understood better than anyone the depth of sorrow this old man carried and the weight of his suffering.
That was why they were even more moved by his emotional outburst.
Even Garp who usually the most annoying, remained silent now.
His eyes lowered as he said nothing, his gaze resting sorrowfully on his comrade.
Faced with Zephyr's trembling voice, Jake found himself at a loss for words.
The justice this old man bore was far too heavy—his trembling voice spoke not only of longing for his family but also of the wavering and shaking of the justice he had upheld.
Confronted with such affection from Zephyr, Jake could offer no words of comfort.
Sengoku's cough broke the slightly heavy silence.
"Zephyr, let Jake demonstrate all his abilities first. Jake, don't hold back—show us everything. All abilities you reveal today will be classified as top-secret, known only to those present."
"What about Sakazuki ~"
"He counts too! Borsalino, shut your mouth!"
Scolded by Sengoku, Borsalino pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved.
Jake felt the sorrow in his heart ease considerably upon seeing this.
He then turned to Sengoku and said.
"Aside from healing, I've recently developed several other applications for my fruit. For example, it can purify other factors unrelated to injuries, such as drowsiness, negativity, desires, fear, or panic."
"Secondly, my Devil Fruit seems somewhat unusual. For some reason, I appear to be able to summon lightning, like this."
As he spoke, Jake crouched down, a faint blue glow appearing on his palm.
The next moment, he slapped his hand against the ground and a pale blue lightning bolt instantly shot out from thin air!
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