"Longliang?" Sengoku sounded puzzled. He had never heard of him.
"Yeah, Longliang. And when you announce it, make sure you put it like this: 'Werther, disciple of the swordsman Longliang, slays a dragon.'
"That's right. My master's name goes before mine, and you have to say he's a swordsman!"
Sengoku pressed a hand to his forehead. Now he understood what Werther wanted: he wanted his master's name to become as famous around the world as his own.
"No problem. I'll put the story on the front page of the Newspaper for three days straight. But we'll need evidence or witnesses to the dragon's death. How do we handle that?"
"That's easy. I've had the dragon's severed head preserved. Can this Den Den Mushi transmit images?"
Werther didn't know much about these utterly unscientific Den Den Mushi. There were already plenty in his Bedroom, though, and they often wandered around the ship.
"Yes. The Den Den Mushi issued to the Shichibukai can transmit a limited amount of video. They're a special breed. Just speak to it directly; they understand human speech."
That surprised Werther. He hadn't expected the Den Den Mushi in his hand to be able to send short video clips.
"Even better. I'll send you the footage now. You can turn it into photographs afterward."
Werther first took a large photograph from his Bedroom, then headed to the fourth deck, where the dragon's head was stored. He had opened every partition on that deck and removed one wall just to get the head inside.
Fortunately, Iceburg had accounted for situations like this when building the ship, so one wall on the fourth deck was removable.
When Werther reached the fourth deck, he saw the enormous dragon head again.
Tuski's preservation work had barely changed it. Its eyes were open