Sanji eyed his hands warily.
Chopper had told him they’d heal just fine, if he kept resting for another few weeks.
But Sanji hadn’t missed that look on Choppers face, a look that spoke of pity and remorse.
It had given him the chills.
The damage was serious.
Two blades, one for each hand, piercing flesh, bone and sinews. Poison spreading
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