Chapter 449: Unexpected Situation
The ship was flying through the sky.
The yellow, somewhat chubby-looking submarine currently soared through the sea of clouds.
"Amazing! What kind of ability is this?!"
Two men and one white bear clung to this submarine's railings—shouting excitedly while looking down.
"It's clouds!"
The man wearing a red-brimmed hat extended his body outward with effort. Then he saw those flame-like clouds wrapped around the submarine's lower end.
"Clouds lifted the Polar Tang!!"
"Truly remarkable ability!"
The other black-brimmed hat man similarly exclaimed. "Flying while carrying this ship!"
Is this this man's ability?
Law—standing aside—turned his head looking toward that tall figure sitting cross-legged at the submarine's bow.
Body already covered with fiery red scales. Already fully entered dragon-human state.
Effortlessly making this massive metal ship fly skyward. Moreover at such jaw-dropping speed racing forward. Such power was simply unbelievable.
Inwardly amazed, Law walked beside Brett. "So Brett-san—what exactly is this difficult surgery you mentioned?"
Besides being an Ope-Ope Fruit user—Law was also a doctor.
He felt before formally conducting surgery—he needed to properly understand what this surgery entailed.
"Well, for you—completely not difficult at all."
Brett smiled.
For ordinary people—this surgery definitely extremely complex. Even Vegapunk—Brett didn't dare let him freely operate.
But Law was naturally exceptional.
His possessed Ope-Ope Fruit ability let him complete the objective with one cut.
"Just need you to help cut off some bastard old man's head." Brett said.
"Eh?"
Law blinked. After silent contemplation, he unconsciously asked. "The cutting off head—as I understand it?"
"Literal meaning. That guy feels the excess brain is too obstructive. So decided to cut it off."
Law fell silent.
What does "excess brain" mean? What does "too obstructive" mean?
Law heard every word Brett said clearly. But combined—he completely couldn't understand.
Was this truly surgery—not some torture or interrogation behavior?
"No need to worry more. Once you meet that person—you'll know what it means."
Brett laughed heartily.
At first hearing, this request indeed seemed absurd. But once Law met Vegapunk—he'd presumably immediately understand.
"If just that—then no problem."
Law said very calmly.
With his ability—if just wanting to cut off someone's head—indeed not difficult. Rather—extremely simple. Just use the ability, then slash once.
"Anyway—I'm counting on you, Law."
Brett chuckled lightly.
"It's nothing."
Law appeared very taciturn.
Rather—his three companions were quite boisterous.
"So we're entering the Grand Line next?! Wow—haven't even traversed all of North Blue yet!"
"Not just the Grand Line! It's Fish-Man Island! Departing from there—can directly enter New World!!"
"Awesome!!"
Though briefly tense and fearful—after realizing Brett truly meant them no harm—these three became unrestrained. Now even began cheering on deck.
Brett said smiling. "New World is too early for you. If wanting to adventure—better start from the Grand Line."
Or rather—still train several more years in North Blue.
Shachi, Penguin, Bepo's strength all still very ordinary. Even placed in Paradise—counted as weaklings.
Though Law's possessed Ope-Ope Fruit's ability quite formidable—consumption also first-rate massive. Currently he couldn't make this fruit exert powerful strength.
At their current level—wanting to venture New World undoubtedly suicide. Even Paradise somewhat demanding.
"Eh..."
Two people and one bear—hearing Brett's words—all disappointedly softened.
"No need for disappointment."
Law said softly. "Sooner or later—we'll reach New World through our own strength."
"Oh!!"
The three instantly revived at full health. Even already excitedly began waving fists!
Truly simple, happy group.
Brett couldn't help smiling while shaking his head.
He turned back looking toward distant cloud seas.
At this speed—at most another half day—could return to New World.
However, at this moment—Brett's released Observation Haki captured something.
"Hm?"
He lowered his head looking down.
"What's wrong?"
Law keenly noticed Brett's reaction. He asked somewhat curiously.
"Well, something interesting seems happening on the sea surface." Brett's lips curved.
Sea surface?
Law's mouth opened. Ultimately asked nothing.
If not mistaken—here was approximately ten thousand meters altitude above sea surface.
Under such circumstances—still noticing sea surface events. What kind of monster was Brett?
"Hey, Law."
Brett asked with interest. "Have you heard the name Germa 66?"
"Germa?"
Brett personally watched Law's expression transform from blank to excited. "Could it be Brett-san—you're also a reader of 'Sora, Warrior of the Sea'?!"
Law's mentioned Sora, Warrior of the Sea was a series of serialized comics published in World Economic News North Blue edition.
Told the story of legendary Navy warrior Sora—capable of walking on sea surfaces—opposing the evil army Germa 66 wreaking havoc throughout North Blue.
"Then now you can personally participate in this wonderful story."
At this time—beneath thick cloud layers—on the azure sea surface.
A group of massive snails stopped on the sea.
These massive snails floated on the sea surface. On their backs—they bore buildings.
Single snails perhaps nothing special. But numerous snails combined formed a shocking architectural complex. Looked simply like a city floating on the sea.
And currently—this architectural complex's very center—the massive, magnificent palace complex jointly lifted by several snails.
"...So, Vinsmoke Judge—can we understand you're refusing the Government's goodwill?"