Perhaps Mousse's careful planning had paid off. This time, Jaguar D. Saul finally did not refuse. After sorting the books and packing them into an oil-paper bundle to carry with him, he waved goodbye to the big and little friends he had not actually known for very long.
But Mousse pressed a hand down slightly, signaling the giant not to hurry. "Wait a moment. You're so big that sitting directly on Amon would be far too cramped, and it wouldn't be safe either."
Mousse then spent some time turning Amon into an Origami Book. It did not look especially thick, but in truth, no one knew how many layers it had been folded into.
Once fully unfolded, the book actually became an extraordinarily long strip of paper over a hundred meters in length. It fluttered as it wrapped several times around Jaguar D. Saul, binding him securely.
Now there was no need to worry about the giant falling during flight. And with Mini Form undergoing such a drastic change, Mousse no longer had to worry about anyone recognizing the real culprit who had wiped out the Marine Headquarters Buster Call fleet at Ohara.
After Jaguar D. Saul was tied up and flown away by Amon, his life and death were effectively entirely in the latter's hands. Yet there was not the slightest hint of worry or fear on the former Marine Headquarters vice admiral's face, making Mousse sigh once more at the innocence and simplicity of the Giant race.
"We've only known each other for a few days, yet he trusts me this much. He's not even afraid Amon might toss him into the sea halfway there, and he's supposed to be a Tamed Giant! No wonder giants keep getting tricked."
"But why do I feel a tiny bit guilty?