I Sell Gacha Jars in One Piece

Phew.

Chopper's luck had held. The first item was already everything they needed.

He turned his attention to the second object, a ring-shaped item, and pulled up its properties.

Clear Spirit Ring: When worn on the arm, it permanently sustains the wearer's conscious clarity. Grants a defensive bonus against attacks targeting the soul and mind. Additionally, the ring may be used to bind and restrain others.

Permanent mental clarity. That was the line that caught him. If he remembered the canon correctly, Chopper's three-Rumble-Ball transformation was a technique that came with a serious cost. The power it unlocked was enormous, both in offense and defense, but the user lost all awareness during it, their body acting entirely on instinct without any direction from the mind. It had always been the technique's most dangerous limitation.

With this ring on Chopper's arm, that limitation became significantly less absolute. The ring's ability to maintain conscious clarity through anything suggested the Rumble Ball's fog wouldn't take hold the way it normally would. It was a perfectly suited item for Chopper in a way that felt almost deliberate, which, given the system's track record with the Straw Hats, perhaps wasn't surprising.

The binding function was an added bonus. Amon had no particular frame of reference for how it worked in practice, but system-produced items rarely disappointed on delivery.

He lowered both items and looked up.

Chopper had not taken his eyes off him for a single second.

"Mr. Amon? Did anything come out that can help the doctor?"

"You have unlocked great items Chopper." Amon didn't see the point in making him wait. "The first item is exactly what we need."

Chopper made a sound that wasn't quite a word and started running in a small circle, paws pressed to the sides of his hat. Then he caught himself and ran back.

"Which one? Which one is it?"

"This one." Amon produced the pill and held it out. "It's called the Blessed Fragment. It was made from the... sacred essence of an immortal, condensed into medicinal form. Whatever the illness, eating this cures it."

He had almost said "the dirt scraped off a deity," which was technically accurate and also would have destroyed the moment entirely. A small editorial decision.

"A real immortal?" Chopper's eyes went enormous. "Are there really immortals up in the sky?"

Then his nose twitched.

"Why does it smell so terrible?"

His sense of smell was, of course, exceptional, and the pill's fragrance was not what anyone would call subtle. He leaned away from it slightly, looking faintly ill.

"Ahem. Good medicine tastes bitter. That's just how it works."

It smelled the way it smelled because of what it was made of, and there was very little Amon could do about that. The important thing was the effect.

"I suppose that's true," Chopper said, mollified. He had spent enough time around Hiriluk to know that most genuinely effective remedies came with some kind of sacrifice to the senses. He turned around and pressed the pill into Hiriluk's hands. "Doctor, eat this. Your illness will go away."

Hiriluk looked at it.

"This will really cure what I have?"

He was trying to believe it, and finding it difficult. The best doctors on an island famous for producing the best doctors in the world had examined him. None of them had found an answer. The idea that a small, foul-smelling pill could accomplish what years of medical expertise could not was asking a great deal of his credulity.

Amon met his eyes and nodded. "Eat it. I promise you'll be fine."

He had no uncertainty about it. The system didn't produce faulty goods.

"Then I'll try." Hiriluk exhaled, put the pill in his mouth, and swallowed.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then his face changed, and he began to cough violently. Chopper was beside him immediately, small hands hovering, not sure what to do.

"Doctor, are you alright? What's happening?"

"Chopper, wait." Amon put a hand out to stop him. He kept his eyes on Hiriluk and trusted the process.

The coughing peaked, and then Hiriluk lurched forward and expelled a mouthful of dark, clotted blood.

Chopper made a noise of pure terror.

"Doctor!"

Hiriluk stayed bent over for a moment. Then he straightened slowly, and the expression on his face was different from anything it had been a moment ago. The greyness that had been sitting in his skin was receding. He lifted one hand, then the other, flexing his fingers.

"I..." He stopped. Tried again. "I think I'm healing?"

He moved his arms, his shoulders, turned at the waist. Everything responded the way it was supposed to, without the dragging weight that had been his constant companion for longer than he could properly remember. The strength was there. His own strength, not borrowed time.

"This medicine is extraordinary." He straightened fully and turned to Amon. "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you."

"Doctor, you're really better?"

Chopper's voice broke on the last word. He had been holding everything together until now, and the tears came all at once in a flood that had been building for some time.

"I'm healed, Chopper. I'm healed. " Hiriluk reached down and rested a hand on top of the small reindeer's head, his own eyes glistening. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I put you through all of this."

"You didn't. It's fine. It's fine, as long as you're alright." Chopper shook his head back and forth with his entire upper body, refusing the apology completely. "That's all I needed."

Amon watched the two of them and said nothing.

"I told you," he said eventually, when the moment had settled. "One pill, and it's handled."

Chopper looked up at him, red-rimmed eyes bright with gratitude.

"You really did. Thank you, Mr. Amon. Thank you so much."