Night had fallen once again. As usual, out on the waters beyond the Sabaody Archipelago, Alexander floated quietly on the sea while Bright and Rayleigh stood facing each other on his back.
"We can begin now, right, Rayleigh?"
The corners of Bright's mouth curled upward, his face full of eager anticipation. "Tonight's lesson."
"You really are impatient, kid."
Teacher Rayleigh held a bottle of liquor in one hand. He smiled as he spoke to Bright, then took a swig.
Bright certainly had not paid him any tuition, but there was never any shortage of one bottle of liquor per day.
Teacher Rayleigh had no interest in money. Power, women, and the like were things he had long since outgrown pursuing. The only thing he still enjoyed was a good drink.
But the Pirate King's former right-hand man was rather broke now. Even Shakky showed Rayleigh no mercy, charging him every last coin for his booze.
So naturally, Bright would not let the dutiful Teacher Rayleigh go without even a drink.
"Because I need to make a trip to the New World next,"
Bright said. "There isn't much time left, so let's hurry."
Strictly speaking, Tesoro could handle the New World matter alone. That guy had not been idle over the past year either. Not only had his forces expanded greatly, but his own strength had improved considerably as well.
But after suddenly recalling the concept of the King's Punch, Bright decided to go in person.
Because he realized that move seemed rather useful to him.
"Oh?" Rayleigh raised a brow. "Does that mean someone is about to have bad luck?"
"That's hard to say." Bright smiled. "It depends on whether that guy insists on making trouble for himself."
Since Doflamingo had not launched a war openly and was only stirring