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Please tell s you're "oking-J."
This can't be real.
Oh, it's real.
We're going to use our model rocket to do the dirty work for us.
Just a few thousand years later,
Xeno and I finally made our first rocket together.
Ignition.
Do your thing, Rocket.
We'll keep on wielding the power of science
and blasting our way into the future!
Booyah!
You took a major L, Suez Canal.
The book of the universe is written in the language of mathematics.
Know who said that?
Galileo Galilei.
I want it, the ultimate universal language,
representing the shared wisdom of humanity!
Um, that all sounds really bad and inspiring and stuff. It's just--
We don't know what you're talking about, not a clue.
For that rocket launch, I was controlling the trajectory manually.
But that won't cut it for a rocket navigating the vast expanse of space.
We'll need constant and perfect calculations to pull it off.
If that's the case, can't we rely on Senku's brain like always?
He's a walking calculator.
Nah, I mainly deal in guesstimates,
basically rough estimations based on approximate values.
That's nowhere near good enough for a rocket.
If our calculations are off by just a fraction of a digit,
the errors will keep compounding
and eventually kill everyone on board.
Point made.
Makes sense that the angle can't be even the tiniest bit off.
The difference would add up over thousands of kilometers.
You could easily find yourself lost in space.
Interstellar travel is "ary-scay."
The rocket scientists at NASA wrote their calculations to the 15th digit of pi.
Are you serious?
That's a lot of pi.
If I'm picking up what you're putting down,
we'll have to unleash some freaky-deaky math moves the whole time our rocket's airborne.
You're not wrong, thus our trip to India.
India is known for having next-level math education.
They memorize the multiplication tables up to two digits.
Boy, that's brutal.
If I had been born there, I would have run away from math class screaming.
I want that mathematical prowess.
It's only fitting. Desire is noble.
That is precisely why the Nanami Conglomerate founded a university to cultivate talent in India.
Is there anything they didn't have their grubby fingers in?
We'll pay a visit to the University and start reviving them.
There should be hundreds of capable students and professors of computation to choose from.
If it was good enough for the first Apollo mission, then it's good enough for us too.
They relied on handwritten calculations to get humans to the moon.
If luck is on our side, we may even locate Sai.
Who?
That's, like, a mega-popular name in India.
An ace math whiz with top-tier brain power,
a million times that of the average person.
October 1 5750
October 1 5750 The New Perseus Arrives in India
Cumin
Cumin seeds acquired
Cardamom
Cardamom seeds acquired
Coriander
Coriander seeds acquired
Turmeric acquired
I'm in curry heaven.
I knew this would be on the menu when we got here.
We only just blasted open the Suez.
And already, we're dining on delicious Indian cuisine.
Saving a whole year is a tasty victory,
but not as tasty as this curry.
Weird.
If we had been forced to wait another whole year,
I would have become Ruri's older sister since she still stuck as a statue.
I can't help but worry about her and all the folks we left behind on the island.
I hope they don't fall to pieces before we can go back home and revive them.
That would be the worst thing ever!
If they break even a little, they'll wear down, and then we can't put them back together.
There's no need for us to worry about that.
Hmm?
Have faith in Priestess Ruri.
I know that she would have made sure everyone took defensive postures in time.
So there's nothing to fear.
And even though we're separated by land and sea,
our bond as siblings
can't be broken.
Hell, yeah!
We can count on Ruri!
I wouldn't doubt her for a second.
Hey, Chrome.
There's a reason why you feel that way about her.
You know what I mean, right?
Huh?
It's true.
Huh?
We're connected to the people we're close to.
That invisible bond is unbreakable,
and it can lead you straight to them.
I know that I'm right.
It's sailor's instincts.
Thousands of years ago, when that first petrification beam hit
it would have been around 9:30 in the morning here in India
not long before classes began.
Sai always spent his spare time on his laptop.
That day would have been no different,
somewhere with a decent signal where he could work in solitude, which means--
when he became petrified, he was up on the school's rooftop.
You seem to know a lot about him.
The two of you must have been pretty close.
I don't exactly get how we're going to find him when we don't even know where that school is.
Don't worry. We already know how to solve for that.
All we need is the starting position of the target, the location where other statues were found.
And last, I'll be the geography.
Calculating the destination couldn't be easier.
We're doing what now?
It's simple.
We check the strength of the soil,
then analyze stability with the Fellenius method.
Oh, yeah.
I have the OG map on lock, so I'm like a cheat code for landslide detection.
And they're off.
Letting two science users team up only makes them even more excitable and twice as incomprehensible.
That should do it.
Is that Sai guy?
As in the dude with a million brains worth of brain in his brain?
"Ascinating-fay."
He looks half Indian, half Japanese.
Does he have to be handsome as hell?
I wonder what he'll be like.
Well, he is one of those genius academic types.
People like that can be a bit unapproachable.
So that's what I'm guessing.
What happened?
Oh.
You saved me, all of you!
I can't believe it!
I'm so grateful!
We lucked out.
He can communicate, and he's not murderous.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Running off the moment we're reunited, that is so rude of you.
Kohaku!
Just to be clear, you want me to catch him?
Stay back!
No, please, I'm begging you.
What's his "oblem-prey?"
I fled all the way to India to get away.
I won't go back to the Nanami Conglomerate.
And you can't make me!
I mean it. I refuse to go back with you.
Want to know his full name?
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