I Sell Gacha Jars in One Piece

"Oh, right. The second item is yours as well."

Amon produced the Clear Spirit Ring and held it out. Chopper hadn't developed the Rumble Ball yet, so the ring's most important function would sit dormant for a while. But when the time came, it would matter enormously.

"What is this?" Chopper took it and turned it over in his small hands with a puzzled expression. "It feels... cool. Like a breeze."

He wasn't wrong. The ring gave off a faint, clear chill, something that wasn't quite cold but wasn't quite not, as if the air around it was a little cleaner than everything else. Robin and Lily both drifted closer out of curiosity. Robin in particular had been watching every item that came out of Amon's jars with growing fascination. The Pill bringing Hiriluk back from the edge of death had already exceeded her expectations considerably, and now here was something else entirely.

She stretched her neck to get a better look.

Chopper spotted her and immediately bolted two steps backward.

He had not forgotten the things she had said earlier about reindeer. The comments about hearts and livers and how best to prepare them had lodged themselves in his memory with impressive permanence.

"Don't worry," Robin said, perfectly composed. "You're still young. I wouldn't eat you yet."

"Ahh, don't eat me!" Chopper took off running, weaving between the furniture with his hat pressed down against his head. "She's a monster!"

Robin pressed her fingers to her lips to contain the smile, not entirely successfully.

Since putting Ohara behind her, Robin had become progressively more dangerous to be around.

"Alright, that's enough." Amon caught Chopper mid-stride and held him still by the scruff. "Chopper, listen. Let me explain what this thing actually does."

Chopper stilled, though his eyes remained fixed on Robin at a wary angle.

"This is called the Clear Spirit Ring. Wear it, and your mind stays completely clear at all times. No fatigue, no mental fog, no losing focus mid-surgery or mid-research. For a doctor, that's not a small thing. Try it on."

"It keeps your mind clear? Always?"

Chopper considered that. He had spent enough late nights bent over medicine he was trying to understand, or holding instruments steady through hours of careful work, to know exactly what mental exhaustion felt like and what it cost. The idea of simply not having to manage it was enough to make his ears perk forward.

"Yes. Go ahead."

Chopper slid the ring onto his arm. The effect was immediate, a subtle but unmistakable sharpening, like the difference between a smudged lens and a clean one.

"Oh. That really is something."

"There's a second function as well." Amon leaned forward slightly. "It can bind people. Immobilize them completely. Here, I'll give you the activation phrase."

He passed it along quietly. Chopper repeated it back to himself a few times, lips moving, committing it to memory. Then he looked up at Robin.

He looked at her for just a moment too long.

"Hasten now, by sacred law, bind!"

The ring slipped off his arm with a motion that was less like falling and more like leaping, flying across the space between them and snapping into place around Robin before she had fully processed what was happening.

Robin reached to pull it off.

Her hand didn't move.

The ring held her completely, and for a moment she simply looked at it with surprise.

Chopper took one triumphant step forward.

Robin's Devil Fruit ability bloomed instantly. A forest of hands erupted from every surface around Chopper, closing in from all directions before he could react, and within seconds he was thoroughly and comprehensively caught.

Without Chopper's focus maintaining the ring's command, it released on its own, and Robin rolled her shoulders as the binding lifted.

"Ha. That's rather fun."

"Ahh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I give up!" Chopper was already laughing, because two of Robin's hands had located his feet and were applying feathers to them with surgical precision.

Amon watched the scene and nodded to himself. The ring's limitation was visible enough. It could restrain the body but not suppress whatever abilities the target was able to activate independently. Still, that was a secondary function. The real value was the clarity it would give Chopper the moment he swallowed his third Rumble Ball, and that was not something Amon intended to explain in detail just yet.

...

Hiriluk had been watching all of this from the side with growing amazement. He had started by trying to understand the mechanism behind what these jars produced, and had eventually given up and simply accepted that the things coming out of them were real. The pill that had healed him was enough evidence on its own.

Now something else was stirring in him.

"I wonder," he said slowly, "whether a jar could produce flowers that bloom on a winter island."

His eyes were distant for a moment, carrying thirty years of effort in their expression.

Amon's attention sharpened immediately.

He was still two jars short of completing his quota here. Hiriluk showing interest was practically a gift.

And more importantly, it wasn't entirely an empty promise to make. Winter-blooming flowers existed. Plum blossoms were the obvious candidate, cold-hardy by nature, capable of flowering through snow. If the jar produced seeds for something like that, Hiriluk's dream became a practical project rather than a desperate hope. Cold-resistant cherry blossoms weren't impossible either, depending on what the system decided to produce. It all came down to luck.

"It might be possible," Amon said.

Hiriluk looked up. He had asked the question almost to himself, without expecting a real answer. "Truly?"

"I can't guarantee specifics. But my jars have produced stranger things than winter flowers. You saw what just came out of Chopper's." He spread his hands. "All it takes is good luck. And for the right kind of person, luck tends to show up."

He let that settle for exactly the right amount of time.

"A hundred thousand berries for a try. What do you say?"

The number wasn't large. Hiriluk had already seen what a hundred thousand berries could buy from this man's collection, firsthand, in his own body. He reached into his coat.

"I'll take one."

"Go ahead and choose."

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