Dr. STONE (Dr.STONE)

It's time.

Capacitor's charged.

I should replace the accelerator with low resistance copper alloy.

Wind speed? About 2.8 knots. 41 degrees Fahrenheit. All conditions are optimal.

Commence the experiment.

Negative. Seems I'm not getting enough precision from the aluminum.

Next I'll try custom projectiles to help offset the center of mass.

Lower your firing angle by 1.27 degrees.

It's not your gun's fault you missed your target.

It's a matter of skill, not of equipment.

So you believe you can hit the mark?

No question.

Well done. That was true elegance in motion.

You calculated the trajectory with pure intuition.

This is no ordinary firearm. Who made this thing? Was it you?

Which thing are you referring to?

The particle accelerator or ring launcher?

The one you just demonstrated is called a rail gun.

It utilizes the Lorentz force to fire projectiles with magnetism rather than gunpowder.

Are you trying to start a revolution or something?

An exciting proposition, to be honest.

But for now, I simply wish to experiment and assess the rules and principles that govern all things.

Science exists to reveal the inner workings of the world and pave the way for new discoveries.

Aerospace engineering resulted in a space probe that captured the awe-inspiring scenery of Mars..

75,280,000 kilometers away.

Meanwhile, quantum mechanics is unraveling the mysteries of the universe

on a scale smaller than one quintillionth of a meter.

The joy of science stems from the infinite possibilities. There's always more to discover.

That's why science is inarguably elegant.

You're one strange kid.

I'm Stanley.

A handshake. You heard of them?

I'm well aware of the custom on a conceptual level. It's just...

This is my first practical experience.

Yeah, same here.

My name is Xeno. Now, Stanley, allow me to show you the beauty and the light of science.

Our latest recruit is finally awake.

Hope you slept well. Good morning, Dr. X.

We'll need to clarify our strategy moving forward.

To that end, let's start by assessing our current situation.

That sounds like an antastic fate plan to me.

We can start by onboarding our new pals, give them the rundown on our intentions.

Simply put, our goal is to revive every last one of the billions of petrified humans out there.

That's why we traveled to North America in search of corn.

But we ran into a little snag when we wound up in a science battle with that genius Xeno guy.

We managed to capture our ship along with most of our men.

As for our side...

We kidnapped their leader. Dr. Xeno is ours!

With key hostages on both sides, we agreed to make Corn City a neutral zone, at least for the time being.

Which brings us to the present, fleeing for our lives on this teeny-tiny boat.

All while Sniper extraordinaire Stanley Snyder and his fully armed special forces

are in hot pursuit and exceptionally grumpy with us.

They're coming after us in our own carrier to take Zeno back! It's all a bit overwhelming.

Wait, is this even possible for us to win?

Solid points. Our odds don't sound so great when you stop and think about it.

We'd be dead meat. So we're gonna have to keep dodging Stanley if we want to pull this off.

It'd be a shame to croak before our next stop.

South America.

Not a moment to lose!

We're going straight to the source of that twisted petrification beam!

What if we find some big bad petrification device or something?

Woohoo! No telling what kind of amazing things we'll see!

I can't wait to find out!

I don't understand why you're getting so excited. You know we're on the run.

Tell me something, Dr. Senku.

Assuming we do find the source that's been awaiting discovery for thousands of years, have you considered…

It may have been placed here by the man on the moon.

Ah! So it has occurred to you.

Well, yeah. It's impossible to miss. There's a stupid amount of radio waves coming at us from the moon's direction.

We were bound to pick up on it.

The top scientific minds of the New World have congregated at last.

Imagine if we combined our intellect, we could monopolize that tech to create a fearsome new weapon.

Super weapons don't move me one millimeter.

We must work in tandem to solve the mystery of the petrification beam and how it correlates to the moon.

As your former student, how can I disagree? I say we start by sharing everything we know.

Very well. Let us demonstrate that science is elegant.

Be ready to head out as soon as we're loaded up on fuel. Gotta hurry and get Zeno back.

Hostages, move to the fortress!

Watch where you're pointing that thing! Are you forgetting this is a ceasefire zone?

We have exactly the same rights here as any of you people!

I don't see Ginnro anywhere. Where is he?

Matsukase!

Master Ginnro is hiding. I must save him.

Stop lazing around and get moving.

But he's badly hurt! There's no way he can walk like this.

It's true. Keep this up and he'll surely die.

I threw the guy who's bleeding out in the medbay.

You're sure it's a good idea to take him with us?

It's fine. If he dies, we'll let the ocean have him.

And if not, he'll be our hostage when we find the science brats.

Matsukase, it's up to you.

Where'd everyone go?

Master Ginro!

My humble servant came back for me!

He disappeared and left me all alone after you hit me! I had no idea what I should do!

To think you hid away in the heart of the enemy ship all this time.

I understand your plan, brave Master.

You seek to gather information to ensure we prevail over the enemy.

Right, something like that. You know me way too well.

Should've guessed you'd figure out my heroic plan.

But then again, I made it pretty obvious. Here's the thing though, I'm not sure this is the best use of my skills.

Nope, it's not. I should probably get to safety. Maybe dial down the bravery.

I shall guard you. It's the least I can do.

Matsukase! Ah! You're in bad shape! Please don't die on me!

What am I supposed to do now?

Anchors away on the Dr. Xeno Search and Rescue Tour!

You can feel the music in me!

Time for a little torture.

Or you could just tell us where your friends went off to with Zeno.

Do what you will to me. Mere suffering won't entice me to betray my master's allies.

I would rather die than reveal their destination to an enemy.

Remain hidden, Master Ginro. No matter what happens to me, you must stand down.

I'm just doing the right thing here, you know? I mean, it's his job to guard and my job to be guarded.

Hiding like a coward is what any smart person would do.

My mission is to stay safe, no matter how terrifyingly painful this ends up being for him.

It's called South America! No clue where it is, but that's where they're going!

I'm so sorry! Matsukase! Everyone!

I don't know who's listening to this.

It could be hundreds, maybe even thousands of years from now.

Anyway, my name's Ishigami Byakuya. I'm an astronaut.

Understood. Those in space at the time evaded the petrification beam.

A small crew of astronauts

comprised of the Russians, Connie, Lillian, and him. Byakuya.

He was a walking paradox who deftly wielded two incompatible forces, emotion and reason.

Suffice it to say, we never quite saw eye to eye.