I Sell Gacha Jars in One Piece

"Everything you say is true. But I still have to eat this mushroom." Hiriluk made no attempt to dispute what Amon had said. He simply gripped the mushroom tighter, his knuckles pale. "My research is almost complete. Ten days. If I can hold on for ten more days, I can finish it. I can make the cherry blossoms bloom on this island."

That was what this had always been about. The people of this country needed someone to save them, and this was the only way he knew how. Thirty years of his life had gone into it. He was not going to stop now, not with the end finally in reach, not even if the cost was everything he had left.

"Doctor, you can't. You can't just leave Chopper behind!"

Chopper's eyes had gone bright with tears the moment the words landed. His small hands locked around Hiriluk's arm, holding on with everything he had, as though keeping him close could somehow keep him alive.

"Chopper." Hiriluk's voice was gentler now. "People die. That's not something medicine can change. This research is the work of my entire life. If it fails, then everything I've done amounts to nothing." He reached over and carefully loosened Chopper's grip. "I've already made arrangements for you. If I go, Dr. Kureha will take you in. You can study medicine with her properly. She's the real thing. I'm just a quack. You'll learn more in a week with her than you ever could staying with me."

"No." Chopper shook his head hard, tears spilling over. "You're the best doctor there is. You're not a quack. I don't want to learn from anyone else. Don't leave me alone."

Hiriluk looked at him for a long moment, something pulling behind his eyes that he was doing his best to keep locked away. If there were any other way. If any of this could be different.

Robin and Lily watched from a few steps back, neither of them speaking. The weight of the scene had settled over all of them. Robin reached out quietly and caught Amon's sleeve, just a small pressure, and looked at him.

"Chopper." Hiriluk steeled himself. "I have to eat this mushroom. If this research fails, I will never forgive you for stopping me."

He pushed Chopper aside, and raised the mushroom toward his mouth.

"No."

Amon's hand shot out and caught his wrist.

"That illness of yours doesn't necessarily require a poisonous mushroom."

Hiriluk went still. Amon released his grip and stepped back.

"I'm a doctor too. Your symptoms, I can keep you stable for ten days without any of this. And a full recovery, while I won't promise it outright, isn't out of the question either."

He turned the mushroom over in his hand once and set it aside.

Hiriluk's condition was serious, beyond what straightforward medicine could cure on its own. But if the jar produced the right item, a full recovery was entirely possible. That was the point of having jars.

"Mr. Amon can save Dr. Hiriluk?"

Chopper swung around, and then the realization hit him all at once. Amon was a doctor. Not just any doctor. A doctor whose skill had already left him speechless once before. "He can? He really can?"

"I can manage the illness itself for now. As for a real cure, that depends on what comes out of one of my jars." Amon held up a finger. "Don't forget, I'm not just a doctor. I'm a Jar merchant. And my jars have a way of producing exactly what you need, when you need it. Serious illness, critical condition... I've even got items that can bring the dead back."

He wasn't exaggerating. He had a Resurrection Coin tucked away, had for some time now. He just had no intention of using it on Hiriluk when a jar might solve the problem more elegantly.

"Items that can bring back the dead?" Chopper's ears went flat with excitement, words stumbling over each other. "Doctor, did you hear that? He can bring people back from the dead!"

"You genuinely believe you can treat my illness?" Hiriluk's skepticism was measured but real. Drum Island was a place where medicine had been taken seriously for generations. The doctors here were among the best in the world. If they had found no answer, he wasn't sure what to make of a traveling merchant's confidence.

"I can manage the symptoms. A full cure means opening a jar." Amon smiled. "Worth trying for hundred thousand berries, isn't it?"

He had come to Drum Island to sell jars, after all. This was as good an opening as he could have hoped for. Once word spread, the task ahead would practically complete itself.

"A hundred thousand. Fine, open one." Chopper didn't even hesitate. For Dr. Hiriluk, he would have paid a hundred times that if he had it.

"Pick whichever one calls to you."

Amon set out the jars, and Chopper looked them over with intense focus.

Then he reached out and grabbed the nearest one.

"You need to break it open," Robin told him.

"Break it?"

"That's right," Amon confirmed.

Chopper pulled back a small hoof and kicked the jar as hard as he could. It cracked open, and two items tumbled out onto the ground.

"Huh?" Chopper snatched them up and turned them over in his hands, studying them intently, and understood nothing. "What are these? What do they do?"

"Let me take a look."

Amon held out his hand. Chopper placed both items in it without argument.

He activated the system scan and the properties resolved in front of him within moments.

The first entry appeared:

Blessed Fragment: Formed from the sacred grime scraped from the body of a divine living deity, and carrying within it the medicinal virtue of an immortal. Regardless of the illness, consumption results in complete and immediate recovery.