Bang!!

The gunshot echoed through the air, followed by the rustling of movement on the deck of the ship, where Senku had just run. Taiju rushed forward, shouting in panic. Yes, Senku had just been assassinated. Everything unfolded exactly as you had feared.

Without hesitation, you and the others sprinted toward him. Senku lay sprawled on the deck, blood pooling beneath him, his breathing ragged. A gunshot wound—deep and severe—had torn through his chest. His experimental non-Newtonian fluid, which he had devised as an improvised shield, dripped from a ruptured container nearby. It had absorbed some of the impact, but not enough. The bullet had still penetrated.

Senku coughed violently, splattering crimson onto his lips. His body trembled with each breath, and his voice failed him—he couldn't speak. Panic spread among the crew as Ryusui and Taiju wasted no time, hoisting him up and carrying him inside. His usually sharp eyes, always filled with intelligence and determination, were dull, struggling to stay open. His fingers twitched slightly, as if trying to grasp onto something—perhaps consciousness itself.

Only a few people were allowed into the cabin where they took him. Naturally, you were among them.