"Hoho, a rich man, huh.
"OK, that settles the first matter.
"So, what is the second one?" Dr. Kureha asked.
"Mm, I have some information I'd like you to look at first. I want to trouble you to figure out a way to produce this medicine on a large scale at low cost."
As he spoke, he handed over a few sheets of paper. Dr. Kureha, who had been looking completely casual, grew serious after just a few glances.
She had not even reacted when Ethan stated his real name. Over the years she had seen plenty of people far more troublesome than this brat, but this data still managed to shock her.
What Ethan had given her was basic information on penicillin. This was all he could remember. In his previous life he had only skimmed it, and it was already quite impressive that he had managed to retrieve even this much through his cheat-like memory.
"This medicine should not be of much use to you. Only common folk would need this," she said slowly.
"Yes. For those with power on the seas, penicillin is nothing special.
"The big forces all have similar medicines. It is just that the cost is relatively high.
"If you join the Navy, you naturally will not lack medicine. Even if it is expensive, the Navy can afford it.
"As for pirates, the weak ones have already died, and those who survive rely on their own immunity.
"And the nobles will care even less about such things.
"This is prepared for the ordinary people on the seas. The majority of people in this world do not have life-saving medicine. That is wrong."
Based on Ethan's analysis, a peaceful gradual change was impossible. In the end, there would inevitably be an all-out decisive war.
This penicillin was his greeting gift to the Revolutionary Army.
The Revolutionary Army was heavily suppressed by the World Government and should be extremely short on medical supplies. This kind of cheap, easy-to-make antibiotic could increase their chances in the future.
Moreover, in the early stages, most of the Revolutionary Army's work would be helping oppressed people overthrow their rulers, during which a huge number of civilians would be injured.
On the seas, population was also crucial. The later construction of the blueprint for a new Great Age of Sail would largely depend on ordinary people.
If he could save one more life, he would save one more.
Dr. Kureha truly lived up to being a hundred-year-old witch. With a single glance she saw the essence of the matter, and she also saw how terrifying the man in front of her really was.
An event that started from the bottom like this would, with the passage of time, definitely grow into a very thorny problem.
"You are very similar to someone I have met before," the witch suddenly said.
Her words left Ethan puzzled and a bit curious.
"Dragon. He has the same nature. You are both people who will stop the seas from ever being peaceful again," she said.
"You sure have seen a lot," Ethan replied.
"Well, I am a one-hundred-plus-year-old beauty. It is normal to have a little insight," she said proudly.
That was true. With Dr. Kureha's medical skills and age, it would not even be strange if she claimed to have known Rocks.
"I have read this material. Give me two weeks as well, and I will come up with a method for making the medicine.
"As for the Berry, forget it. Just send me more bottles of plum wine in the future," she said.
"And at my age, I do not want to be involved in your affairs. Do not say strange things to me.
"Back then Dragon insisted on talking to me about that kind of stuff and I beat his head into a lump.
"And I mean when that brat was going all out," she added.
"Uh…"
This was the first time Ethan found himself choked speechless. The job of passing the torch had already been snatched by Dragon. How annoying.
And he had even failed, which indirectly proved how terrifying the witch's strength really was.
So…
"I would never. I have the utmost respect for you, Dr. Kureha," Ethan said solemnly.
A person needed to understand human relationships, and more importantly, respect the elderly and care for the young.
"That is for the best. You can find your own rooms in the castle or go back down the mountain if you like.
"If you stay in the castle, it is one million Berry per day," she added very naturally.
"Got it," Ethan answered without changing expression.
In the end, Ethan and Robin decided to stay in the castle.
Robin wanted to go play with the Lapahns. It was rare to see Robin with a hobby other than reading, so of course Ethan wanted to indulge her.
As for Ethan, he wanted to test what it felt like to train in the snowy mountains.
The next day, Robin bundled herself up in thick clothes and ran out the door.
Ethan was not worried. Right now, aside from Dr. Kureha, there was no real powerhouse in the Drum Kingdom. With Robin's strength, she could walk sideways all over this country.
Even in the first half of the Grand Line, a Devil Fruit user of her level counted as a top-tier expert.
Ethan picked up Wado Ichimonji and went looking for a deserted peak. He planned to train himself in a new way.
At the swordsman stage, the key was the refinement of both intent and Haki.
Some swordsmen pursued pure singularity, using one sword to cut through all techniques. Others gathered the strengths of countless schools.
Ethan's advantage lay in the memories from his previous life, filled with too many masters, countless philosophies, and many different training methods.
Now, during his swordsman stage, he decided to imitate the path of old man Netero from the Hunter Association.
The old man's Heart Source Style was extremely suited to Ethan.
The world of One Piece and the world of Hunters were similar in that both had supernatural powers. Chairman Netero, as a Nen user aligned with Enhancement, had tempered his body to the extreme, possessed an enormous reserve of Nen, and attacked in ways that somewhat resembled swordmasters in the One Piece world.
The difference was that one used fists and palms to project aura, and the other used a sword to unleash slashes.
Isaac Netero was a man who spent his entire life pursuing the ultimate in martial arts.
At the age of forty-six, when Netero felt that his body and techniques had reached their limit and was overwhelmed with gratitude for the blessing of his martial arts up to that point, he began training in the high mountains, performing ten thousand fully grateful straight punches every day.
At first, ten thousand punches took eighteen hours. When he was over fifty, he needed only one hour to throw ten thousand punches, leaving him more time for prayer.
After coming down from the mountains, Netero's punch speed surpassed the speed of sound. When he went around challenging other dojos, a single punch was enough to make the head of the dojo surrender wholeheartedly and hand over the signboard with both hands.
A new monster had been born.
From the way the old man trained, it was clear that in his final stage, he had perfectly unified Nen, will, and body into each strike, creating the Heart Source Style.
Ethan took off his upper garments and calmed his emotions in the cold wind. He drew Wado Ichimonji and wrapped it in Armament Haki.
He swung the first slash, then the second, then the third.
On the deserted peak of the snowy mountain, Ethan sank deeper and deeper into his training. His flying slashes still had a lot of room for improvement.
(End of Chapter)
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