Rorschach: "…"
He genuinely didn't know what to say anymore.
At this point, he could only admit one thing—Deadpool was still Deadpool.
No matter how outrageous something was, Wade could do it with a straight face.
The man had actually pulled a gun on his own wife.
Sure, it was for testing the Outfit Fruit's bulletproof properties, but that was still way too savage.
"Come on, Wade! I've never been shot before, so let's see what it feels like. Shoot me! Do it, baby!"
Vanessa, to Rorschach's utter disbelief, looked just as eager and excited.
That left him even more speechless.
Was this what people meant when they said birds of a feather flock together?
The husband was crazy.
And the wife wasn't exactly normal either.
They really were made for each other.
Still, Rorschach didn't stop them.
He knew perfectly well that the Outfit Fruit's defensive ability wasn't the issue. As long as Deadpool didn't aim at any exposed part of Vanessa's body, nothing would happen.
"Publicly shooting your own wife. What a delightfully insane event." Deadpool raised the gun like he was about to perform on stage. "Life really is full of endless entertainment, isn't it?"
Even right before pulling the trigger, he had to deliver a little acceptance speech.
But despite how unhinged he sounded, Wade was still careful when it mattered. He pinched one corner of the crude outfit Vanessa had just created, tugged it out slightly, and aimed at that part.
Even if it had just been ordinary clothing, Vanessa still wouldn't have been hurt.
At worst, the bullet would've pierced the fabric and flown off without touching her skin.
Pfft!
The suppressed shot rang out, low and muffled.
The bullet slammed into the corner of the outfit.
And then—
It actually stopped.
The bullet was completely blocked by the cloth-like suit before dropping to the floor with a soft clink.
"Wade, it really blocked the bullet!" Vanessa cried out in disbelief. "This is insane! It feels so soft, and when I wear it, I can barely feel any weight at all!"
"Of course it did." Deadpool looked smug as hell. "What did you think this was? It's a Devil Fruit!"
"Vanessa, you probably felt it just now too," Rorschach said with a smile. "Your control over the fruit is still very shallow. Right now, all you can manage is crude shaping like this."
"That means you'll need to keep training. Once you can control the shape of the outfit at will, you'll be able to make your dream of wearing new clothes every day come true."
"For the sake of wearing new outfits every day, I'll definitely train hard!" Vanessa declared, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Once the transaction was complete, Rorschach followed his usual routine and pulled Vanessa into the group chat.
Then, as the group owner, he formally welcomed her.
Shop Owner: @Everyone Let's welcome the newest member of our Devil Fruit Home!
Vanessa: Hello, everyone. I'm the soft and adorable newbie, so please take care of me. Although... that sounds weird, since I already know everyone in this group.
Wade Wilson: Welcome, my lovely wife! Muah! Also, boss, can I change my nickname to World's Number One Handsome Guy now?
Shop Owner: No. Also, you are not the world's number one handsome guy.
Right now, there were only a few people in the group, so silly nicknames didn't really affect communication.
But once the group grew larger in the future, it would become a headache fast.
Using real names as group tags was much more practical.
Vanessa: Honey, how dare you call yourself number one handsome in front of the boss? Where exactly are you placing him?
Wade Wilson: Then how about World's Number One Handsome Guy (Boss Excluded)? That should be acceptable, right?
Helen Cho: Ms. Vanessa, you bought a Devil Fruit too? Welcome to the group!
Helen Cho: Though... if you don't mind me asking, what kind of fruit did you buy?
Vanessa: Dr. Cho, I bought the Outfit Fruit. It's a fruit that lets me create new clothes whenever I want. Jealous yet?
Helen Cho: Devil Fruits truly are incredible. Even something like that is possible...
Shop Owner: By the way, Dr. Cho, after going back, did you test the Healing Fruit? How did it feel?
The moment that topic came up, Helen visibly lit up. Even her assistant beside her could see the excitement in her eyes.
Helen Cho: Boss, I was actually about to give you feedback. The Healing Fruit is unbelievably miraculous. Incredibly powerful!
Helen Cho: I first tested it on my assistant's younger cousin. It only took five seconds to completely cure his rheumatoid arthritis!
Helen Cho: When I got the medical report back, I could hardly believe my own eyes!
And she wasn't exaggerating in the slightest.
Everyone knew that illnesses like rheumatism or rheumatoid arthritis weren't usually considered major diseases, but fully curing them was extremely difficult.
In most cases, once someone got that kind of illness, they lived with it for life.
But Helen had used her power and wiped it out in seconds.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
Wade Wilson: Amazing! Truly amazing! Dr. Cho is officially the world's number one miracle doctor now!
Vanessa: That really is an incredible ability. Honestly, it sounds even more powerful than that Regeneration Cradle you mentioned before.
Helen Cho: The Regeneration Cradle is my life's work. It's one of a kind. But to be fair... it truly can't compare to a Devil Fruit.
The Regeneration Cradle was still something that existed within the rules.
No matter how advanced or miraculous it seemed, it still had to obey the laws of science.
But Devil Fruits?
Those things existed completely outside the rules.
There was no comparison.
No matter how proud or ambitious Helen was, even she had to admit that.
"Alright, boss, we won't bother you any longer. Wade and I are heading out. See you!"
"See you. Come by often!"
After chatting in the group for a bit longer, Vanessa and Deadpool said goodbye and left the Devil Fruit shop.
Rorschach didn't linger in the group chat either. He went right back to what he'd been doing before.
It took him about another hour to finish photographing all the Devil Fruits.
Then he opened his computer, launched his design software, and personally started laying out the Devil Fruit catalog.
Time flew when he was working.
By the time he had dealt with a few customers, finished designing the catalog, and checked the clock, it was already past three in the afternoon.
"Forget it. The chances of selling another fruit today aren't that high anyway. Might as well go train."
"And I can find somewhere to print the catalog while I'm at it."
After a brief moment of thought, Rorschach made up his mind.
He copied the catalog files onto a flash drive, habitually stored all the Devil Fruits back into the system with a single command, then locked the shop and walked out.
Smooth and carefree.
Honestly, being your own boss really did feel great.
Come in late if you wanted.
Leave early if you wanted.
That kind of freedom was just too good.