"Opening a Jar?" Robin glanced over with mild confusion.
Amon had offered her the sa thing once before, and at the ti she had assud the Jars were ordinary novelty goods and brushed it off without much thought. But seeing the way Fujitora was leaning forward with interest, she was beginning to suspect she had misjudged that entirely.
"I don't see why not."
He still had two Jar sales left on the mission. Fujitora was a perfectly acceptable custor. That said, this wasn't soone to undersell to.
"Hundred million Berries per Jar."
Robin's head turned sharply. "Hundred million?"
The last ti Amon had quoted her a price it was a hundred thousand. Now he was asking a hundred tis that, without blinking. And what surprised her even more was Fujitora's reaction, or rather his complete lack of one. No irritation, no negotiation. If anything, the number seed to have been exactly what he was expecting.
"I'm aware of the price," Fujitora said with a simple nod.
Kizaru had filled him in beforehand. Hundred million was not a figure that would strain him.
Amon muttered sothing under his breath about wishing he had opened with a billion instead, and Robin had to work to keep her expression from doing sothing undignified.
A hundred million Berries for a single Jar. Her own bounty was seventy-nine million. The notion of a ceramic container being appraised above her own head was a difficult thing to sit with quietly.
"Ha," Fujitora said warmly, making no attempt to deny that Amon's instinct had been correct.
"Alright. Hundred million it is. Which one would you like, Mr. Issho?"
Amon began laying out the Jars. Robin stared as they appeared seemingly from nowhere, not quite sure what to make of it.
Fujitora couldn't see them, but he didn't need to. He ran his Observation Haki slowly across each one, then settled without hesitation.
"That purple one. That's the one for ."
As a dedicated gambler, Fujitora trusted his instincts above nearly everything else. Sothing about the purple Jar pulled at him, and that was reason enough.
"Purple it is."
Amon nodded, and Lily lifted the Jar with her psychokinesis and delivered it neatly into Fujitora's waiting hands. Genuinely the most convenient companion imaginable.
He gave her a small appreciative pat on the head, then told Fujitora to go ahead and break it open.
Fujitora's cane ca down at a speed that was difficult to follow, and the Jar shattered completely. Then, from among the fragnts, a golden light pulsed outward.
Amon straightened slightly.
Gold. Whenever a Jar ca out shining gold, what was inside was worth paying close attention to. Fujitora had only pulled a single item, but a golden ergence was a promise of quality.
He picked it up and ran it through the system.
"Shooting Star Blade: A supre divine armant originating from an online ga. Carries innate fire affinity. Capable of piercing any defence. Upon activation, summons a teor strike. teor size scales with the user's strength. Summoning requires expenditure of physical stamina."
Amon stared at the description for a long ti.
A teor. The weapon summoned a teor.
No wonder the gold light. The fire affinity alone would have made it remarkable, but calling down a falling star in the middle of combat was crazy. And the particular irony of it falling into Fujitora's hands was not lost on him at all. The man's Devil Fruit already allowed him to draw teors from the sky. Now he had a weapon that did the sa thing. One person, two independent teor sources. That was an objectively unreasonable amount of falling rock to put in one place.
"You've pulled a great item, Mr. Issho."
"Oh?"
"Great doesn't cover it. This is extraordinary. I'll admit I'm genuinely a little envious."
Amon ant it this ti. He was a capable swordsman, but a truly exceptional blade had never found its way out of a Jar for his own use. This one was only mid-tier by ga standards, but the special attribute compensated for it. The image of a teor crashing down out of nowhere in the middle of a fight was so powerful.
"If even you're envious, then it must really be sothing," Fujitora said, tilting his head. "What kind of weapon is it? I can already sense the shape."
Robin leaned in from the side, equally curious. She wanted to know what a Jar priced above her own net worth actually contained.
"Ha. This blade is called the Shooting Star Blade. As for what it does, I think you should experience that for yourself."
Amon held it out to him. Fujitora's hand closed around the grip, and his expression settled imdiately into quiet satisfaction.
"A fine blade."
He ran a thumb along the flat, testing its resonance, then moved to channel energy through it.
"Wait. Let's take this outside first."
Amon stopped him before he could go any further. If the weapon behaved the way the system described, testing it indoors would end poorly for the building and everyone in it. A teor, even a modest one, dropping into the middle of a casino floor was not a situation he wanted to manage.
"Ha. Quite right." Fujitora raised no objection. He was a considerate man by nature, and the last thing he wanted was to bring harm down on ordinary people through impatience. He was already moving toward the exit before Amon finished the sentence, his speed quiet and almost unsettlingly effortless, which made Robin blink despite herself.
Amon followed close behind, Lily trotting beside him. Robin stood for a mont, then found herself walking after them without deciding to. She wanted to see what this weapon actually did. Curiosity had already made the choice for her.
They moved to a stretch of open ground well away from the crowds. Amon surveyed the spacing, judged it adequate, and gave Fujitora the nod.
"Here is fine. Go ahead."
"Good."
Fujitora gave a single nod and drew the blade.
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