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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This will really keep me in shape and pass some looooong trip.
Nice prompts by the way, I have some ideas ghosting round my brain already.
I'll probably have the first finished in two days because I'm going to drop dead in my bed after ariving back home.
Until then *waves*
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