He grimaced at her words, arms crossing over his chest as he plopped down in one of the lone chairs in the room. “The guy had a sea-stone knife I wasn’t expecting.” He started to explain. “I’d been asked to take him out while I was on an island for a day.”
Oh. Okay. The seriousness of her expression eased into one of understanding and she grabbed his chart to check the care provided to him in the field. “Could you sit up on the exam table, Sir? I want to take a look at the wound.”
Sea-stone did enough by just touching a devil fruit user, but when sharpened into blades, Alice found that the damage done to the actual tissue was much greater and had a big chance of leaving side effects.