Sunlight poured unreservedly over the ruins of Onigashima, raising a mingled smell of gunpowder, blood, and sea salt. The cheers gradually subsided, replaced by urgent cleanup and medical work.
Chopper and the Mink Tribe doctors became the busiest people there, moving among the wounded. Marco's blue flame burned again; though dim, it effectively stabilized the critically injured. Ace was settled somewhere relatively clean and level, with Robin and Chopper giving him particular attention. After receiving nutrients and medication through an IV, he fell into a deep sleep, his breathing weak but growing steady.
Lin Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing. Breaking past 60% awakening had brought not only a higher level of power, but a deeper understanding and control of his body, energy, and even rules. He guided the power remaining within him, slowly repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs. Under the lingering warmth of the Flame of Creation, the wounds on his skin healed and scabbed over at a visible pace. Although he was still far from being able to fight again, his basic mobility was returning rapidly.
Zoro, Sanji, Kid, Luo, and the others were also making the most of their time to treat their wounds and replenish their water and food. Under Denjiro, Kawamatsu, and Shutenmaru's command, the samurai rounded up prisoners, extinguished lingering fires, and assessed the losses.
"How are things?" Lin Yan opened his eyes and looked at Denjiro as he approached.
Denjiro was wrapped in bandages, but his gaze remained sharp. "Over in the Flower Capital, Orochi's remaining troops have largely scattered since the Shogun's Mansion fell. A few diehards have hidden deep inside Tenshu Palace and are making a last stand, but they're nothing to worry about. Our people are clearing them out. The