"What did you say?!"
He had a huge, deep-purple afro, pale blue eyeshadow, and purple lipstick.
His clothes were bizarre, and a skull tattoo showed on his exposed stomach.
This was Ivankov, the Okama King.
He had just received classified information from his subordinate at the Water 7 base.
Ivankov's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open wide enough to swallow a watermelon. He looked stunned, hardly able to believe his ears.
"Y-you got the blueprints for the Ancient Weapon Pluton?"
Ivankov could barely get the words out.
After a rush of confusion and shock, his heart began pounding furiously.
He was thrilled, but he was afraid he had imagined it.
He had never expected the Water 7 base, which he had barely paid attention to, to bring him such a surprise.
"No."
That single word from the Den Den Mushi sent Ivankov's excitement crashing down.
"It is related to the Ancient Weapon Pluton, but these aren't the original blueprints. They're blueprints for a replica."
His subordinate explained from the other end of the line.
"What do you mean?"
Ivankov frowned. He didn't understand.
"Eight hundred years ago, one of the shipwrights who built Pluton drew up these blueprints to recreate it from memory."
"You could still call them the Pluton Blueprints, but the ship built from them would probably fall short of the original. It would be a weaker version of Pluton."
Ivankov let out a breath. For a moment, he had thought his excitement was for nothing.
Then it surged back.
To him, it made no difference whether these were the original Pluton Blueprints or blueprints for a replica.
They were still a legacy from eight hundred years ago. What mattered was that they could be used to build Pluton.
With the blueprints, the Revolutionary Army could build