The enormous ship sped across the sea, pulled by two sea beasts.
Tesoro sat on the deck, leisurely grilling meat.
"What exactly does that guy Bright want to talk to Katakuri about?"
He muttered to himself.
Bright had gone into the cabin to find Katakuri halfway through grilling the meat, saying that he wanted to have a proper talk with him.
Tesoro truly could not understand what there was to talk about with that man.
At the end of the day, Fish-Man Island and Totto Land, Bright and Charlotte Linlin, were only friends on the surface.
They had been tied together by shared interests, not because they had any deep friendship. What was there to talk about with that woman's son?
He really did not get it.
Then something happened that Tesoro understood even less: he saw Bright and Katakuri emerge from the cabin, chatting happily.
If Katakuri had not always been a rather aloof man, they might have already been slinging arms around each other's shoulders.
What was going on?
Just a few dozen minutes ago, hadn't this man been completely unwilling to communicate with them? Why did he suddenly look like they were best buddies now?
Tesoro shot Bright a puzzled look.
Bright smiled. "You don't mind if there's one more person at our barbecue party, do you, Tesoro?"
"I don't really care."
Tesoro looked at Bright, but he needed an explanation. Those words lingered unspoken in his heart, and he knew Bright would understand.
"From today onward, Katakuri is our friend."
Tesoro heard Bright say with a smile.
"A friend?"
This time, Tesoro was genuinely shocked.
For Bright to use the word friend, it meant at least one thing.
This guy was already willing to trust Katakuri to a certain extent.
But why?
Wasn't Katakuri Charlotte Linlin's