No, no — cutting up Sabo was definitely a bad idea.
If he really died and didn't come back, Ace would be devastated.
Shanu shifted his gaze away and looked down at his own left hand instead.
Yeah… better to start small — maybe test it on his pinky finger first, just to be safe.
[Tifa's Mythril Gloves]
Type: Equipment
Price: 500 Points
Description: Gloves tailored for Tifa from the Final Fantasy world, a Shinra-manufactured weapon forged from pure mythril. The hardness of the finger bones and overall flexibility far exceed ordinary metals.
Seller's Note: "Said I'd transmigrate into Cloud… so why did I wake up as a chocobo?!"
"Mythril gloves?"
Shanu muttered.
He didn't need them himself — but Nojiko could make great use of them.
Her current pair of metal gloves had been crafted years ago by a local blacksmith from the next town over — barely serviceable, nothing special.
Compared to Shinra's tech, it was no contest.
"Into the cart you go. Next!"
[Henry's Secret Manual of Thievery]
Type: Training Manual
Price: 600 Points
Description: A personal treatise written by Henry after mastering the Stealth and Pickpocket skills in Kingdom Come: Deliverance. Study its contents to elevate your thieving techniques — perhaps even to perfection.
Seller's Note: "Alright boys, it's time — grab the lockpicks!"
"The moral decay of this world is appalling!"
Shanu said in mock outrage. "How can people sell something like this? Where's their conscience? Their ethics? …Oh wait, there's the purchase button."
Click.
"Next!"
[Cassandra's Falcon Statue]
Type: Enhancement Artifact
Price: 5,000 Points
Description: A statue of Ikaros, the falcon that watches over sailors in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey. Mounting it aboard your ship doubles the efficiency of all crew members' physical training. Its effects stack with other enhancement items.
Seller's Note: "Damn it, I reincarnated as Pythagoras!"
"Now this is divine!"
Shanu's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he tossed it into the cart.
He remembered his very first enhancement item — the Statue of Heracles, which cost 2,000 points and tripled his personal martial training efficiency.
This falcon statue was more than twice the price, and while it only offered double efficiency, it applied to everyone on board.
For a lone wolf, it might be wasteful.
But for a captain leading a crew, the cost-performance ratio was excellent.
He finished browsing the rest of the marketplace — nothing else caught his eye.
Checkout complete:
Four purchases in total — the regeneration serum, mythril gloves, falcon statue, and thievery manual.
Total cost: 13,100 points.
Remaining balance: 35,500.
Thanks to Roger's execution platform, he still had plenty of savings.
After closing the system panel, Shanu glanced around.
Kuina was upstairs at the open-air dojo, training with her sword.
Nami was still on deck, pounding the Silver Wolf figurehead like a hyperactive husky.
All that fuss over an 8,000-berry bounty… seriously?
Look at Chopper and Bepo — they never complain!
Shanu shook his head, chuckling, and headed below deck.
He first stopped by the Mini Orange Grove, where Nojiko was watering plants, and handed her the mythril gloves.
The blue-haired girl's eyes lit up instantly. She slipped them on like a treasure, then carefully stored her old gloves in her cabinet before dashing off to her training room to test them out.
Watching her bounce away, Shanu smiled faintly, then turned to find a place suitable for the falcon statue.
After some thought, he decided to hang it on the wall inside the library.
That space was mostly used by Kuina, so it wouldn't get disturbed — and the statue's ancient style fit the library's decor perfectly.
Leaving the library, Shanu walked down the corridor. At the end, just around the corner, was the kitchen.
He peeked in to see what was cooking for dinner —
— and immediately spotted Zeff, backside in the air, grunting over the exhaust duct.
"What's going on, Uncle Zeff?"
"Oh, it's you, Captain."
Zeff turned with a frown. "The exhaust fan's acting up. The last few days the smoke's been awful, and the duct doesn't seem to be venting properly. You know how to fix these things?"
"Too much smoke, huh? Let me take a look."
Shanu crouched beside him.
In his past life, he'd tinkered with kitchen fans plenty of times — simple enough stuff.
But then again… the One Piece world's tech tree was a bizarre mess. You never knew when some random gadget would turn out to run on pseudo-science nonsense.
Case in point — this "fan."
It looked primitive from the outside, but the internal mechanism was absurdly complicated. The craziest part? It ran on detergent as a fuel source.
How was that supposed to make sense?!
The more Shanu studied it, the more question marks filled his head. Finally, he gave up.
I'm a musclehead now. A fighter. Why am I trying to understand this stuff?
He sighed. "We'll need a real professional for this. We can't go long without a shipwright."
"Agreed," Zeff said, wiping his hands. "We'll make do for now. Once we reach the next town, we'll see if we can hire someone."
That would definitely have to go on the priority list.
A clogged exhaust fan was one thing — but once they entered the Grand Line, storms and enemy attacks could damage the ship at any time.
They'd need someone who could make repairs on the fly.
Right now, they had a solid cook and navigator, but the next crucial additions would have to be a doctor and a shipwright.
"Here's hoping we meet the right crewmates soon…"
Leaving the kitchen, Shanu walked down the hall and into his private training room.
He locked the door, pulled out the regeneration serum, and injected it.
A tingling sensation swept through his body, like a warm current flowing under his skin.
He waited quietly until a new skill appeared on his talent list — Regeneration.
Then he drew his sword, Masamune, and slashed at his pinky finger.
Clang!
The blade didn't even cut.
He blinked. The skin showed only a faint white mark — not a single drop of blood.
Even a Great Grade blade like Masamune couldn't pierce him. A normal sword would've just bent.
That was thanks to his progress in the Flesh Forge Technique, of which he'd already mastered four volumes: Copper Head, Iron Bones, Thick Skin, and the most recent one — Steel Sinews.
Steel Sinews massively strengthened his muscle fibers, taking his physical defense to another level.
He still hadn't found the final missing volume, and he was eager to see what kind of bonus the complete set would unlock.
Still… he was a fake swordsman at heart.
If Kuina, who had mastered the "breath of all things," had struck instead — even without his resistance — she could've sliced through it easily.
So, there was only one thing to do.
Buzz—!
His blade turned jet-black with Armament Haki, and at the same time, he reversed his Tekkai technique, softening the flesh around his pinky joint.
Swish!
This time, the finger came clean off.
"One… two… five—huh?"
By the fifth second, something happened.
The bleeding stopped abruptly as the blood seemed to retract back into the wound. White bone extended outward, muscle fibers wove together at high speed, and fresh, pale skin grew over it all like a budding bamboo shoot.
In less than ten seconds, his finger was completely restored — indistinguishable from before except for being slightly paler.
It was a little horrifying to watch.
But knowing he was the one with that kind of regeneration — that was pure reassurance.
He took a deep breath, checking his energy reserves.
The regeneration had cost maybe… two percent? Barely anything.
So for minor injuries like lost fingers, it was effectively free.
"Alright, let's try something bigger!"
His eyes gleamed as he turned toward his thigh.
He needed multiple data points — different body parts, different masses — to know how much energy each regeneration would cost and how long it would take.
And with Life Return, he could replenish any lost stamina easily.
A few slabs of grilled meat, a full belly, a good belch — and he'd be back to full strength.
While Shanu was busy in his training room gleefully chopping off his own limbs for science—
— the outside world was stirring.
The Fallen Adventurers' Crew's wanted posters fluttered across the seas like snow, spreading far and wide.
Ripples began to form across the calm surface of the world…