Chapter 17: Chapter 8
Here then, but who is it ?! The youngster from Wolf!Ah, the tattoo artist.
One day when I was walking around town, some time after the old man's operation, I was approached by the boss of the tattoo shop:
Heard that Wolf was seriously injured? Is he better now?Yes, he doesn't have any problems anymore. He still cannot stand up on his own, but he eats hungry every day.Okay, so much the better. The doctor at the medical office told me that you performed the operation yourself, is that right? Congratulations!Thanks, but that's not much. As we didn't have time to transport him here, I took responsibility.Ha ha! Little Mister is modest!
As we speak, an idea crosses my mind.
Say, Mister tattoo artistWhat is it?Do you think you would have time to tattoo me?Yes, without worry. But shouldn't you ask Wolf for permission first?Um ... No, that will be fine.
To tell the truth, it's been a while since I have a certain admiration for tattoos. I have always found the act of engraving something on your body cool, even classy.
Heard! You can count on me to draw you a super elegant!
With that, the man guides me to his shop, the interior of which is entirely decorated in black and white, then sits me down on an armchair that looks very expensive.
What do you want me to draw for you? It's up to you to choose the pattern and the part of the body where you want to get a tattoo.
Flowers of bright colors, a saber or a pistol that imposes, I don't miss ideas. However, I ultimately do not opt for any of them.
Instead, I tell him point blank:
I would like you to draw the letters of the word "DEATH" on my fingers.„DEATH"?! Are you sure of your choice? I know you're a doctor, so have the word "DEATH" engraved on your body …On the contrary. It is because I am a doctor that this word takes on its full meaning.Mmh? Well, I don't really see where you're going, but after all, you're the boss.
Looking happy, the tattoo artist sticks his needles in my fingers to inject ink. It tingles a bit, but the pain remains quite bearable.
D-E-A-T-H.
One letter for each finger.
And here is the work! So what do you say?I like it, thank you.You're welcome, it was a pleasure. Say hello to Wolf for me!
Once out of the store, I stare at my hands.
"DEATH", a word which means "death".
I didn't choose it for a particularly deep reason. But as a doctor, I always need to feel death by my side.
For people to live …
So that the people I care about most live …
For all of these reasons, I wanted to constantly remember that I am closest to the death of a whole bunch of people.
Aah, the more I look at it and the more I love it, this tattoo.
As soon as I get home, I show off Penguin and the others with my tattoo.
Awesome!Brilliant!Terrible!
The reviews are laudatory.
Doesn't it hurt when it stings you? Shachi asks me.Yes, a dog's pain. The kind of pain you couldn't take.
I add a little more, but too bad, I do not want to take the lead.
A little later, I hesitate to tell Wolf about my tattoo while bringing him his meal, but for fear of being reprimanded, I finally decide to shut up.
Take me a flight of green wood by the old almost completely healed, no thank you!
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In the evening, unable to sleep, I read quietly on the sofa in the living room. Wolf chooses precisely this moment to make his appearance.
Hi, Mister Junk, can you stand up? It's only been a short month since you had the operation.Pooh, you underestimate me, kid. My body is concrete. I fortified it a lot when I was young, that's why I only need a month.If you say so ... so much the better!
I understand that I really succeeded in saving the old man's life, and I breathe a deep sigh of relief.
Speaking of which, Law, I would like to talk to you about something.Me ... Talk to me ?!
I have a very bad feeling.
What is it, Mister junk? Did you notice that I got a tattoo?A tattoo? Ah, you mean that thing on your fingers. Okay, to tell the truth, I don't care. To get a tattoo or not, it's everyone's freedom. I don't have a say in it.Ah ... oh good ?!Yes, but come and sit here instead.
Wolf gently grabs a chair and hands it to me.
I sit there and find myself facing him, the table between us.
Law, I'm not going to go all the way. Are the powers that you used the other day to operate on me or not those of the fruit of the scalpel?What ... Huh ?! How come you know about it?
Until now, I have never discussed the existence of this fruit with him. And when I train, I always double-check that there is no one around me.
That's what I'm saying, you tend to underestimate old people too much. Know that in my youth, kid, I traveled by boat all over the world. So info, I heard a lot. I would have had to cover my ears if I had wanted to hear nothing! At one time I was even very interested in devil fruits, and read a lot about it.Oh yeah, I'm hallucinating …
I suspected that this old man was not just anyone, but to sail the oceans all over the world, that is...
Do you know the real power of the fruit of the scalpel?It's real power?
What does he mean by that? All I know is that by swallowing it one becomes capable of "performing miraculous operations and curing even unknown diseases."
From the look on your face, I take it you didn't know.But ... What are you talking about at the end?The fruit of the scalpel is also called the "fruit of the ultimate devil," a name it does not derive from the powers associated with operations and healing. No, because the fruit of the scalpel allows the holder to offer eternal life, to act as a true "elixir of youth."An "elixir of youth" ... This is the first time I've heard of it …Said so, it may be dreamy, but in fact it is mostly a big risk. In the event of an operation, whoever performs it loses his own life. It is only in exchange for the latter that the operated person can obtain eternal life.An operation whose price to pay ... is death …We can no longer count the individuals who covet this fruit, but you also have all those, very many, who wish to use the holder of his powers. That's why, Law, you should never tell anyone else that you ate it. If you ever talked about it, people would suddenly appear to get their hands on you and force you to perform the rejuvenation operation. Now you know how the fruit of the scalpel can drive men crazy and lure them in with the obscure vote.
I listen to Wolf and understand everything.
"Since he ate the fruit of the scalpel, I will have to educate him so that one day he will agree to die for me !!"
I remember those words Doflamingo said when Cora tried to protect me.
He therefore intended to use me to perform the rejuvenation operation and obtain eternal life in exchange for my own existence.
Hence Cora's attitude towards me …