"Mr. Toriko!"
"Have you really made up your minds to go looking for the Century Soup?"
"We at the IGO have heard about it, too. Apparently, a lot of people have gone there already."
"This time, the competition may be even fiercer than it was for the puffer whale, right?"
Aboard this IGO high-speed plane, which was roaring through the sky above the clouds, the department head seated in the copilot's seat was helping the pilot fly. His name was something like John. He suddenly turned around and asked Toriko a couple of questions, his tone uncertain.
"Mm!"
"That's right!"
"For Granny Setsuno's sake, and to perfect that wonderful Century Soup, we have to taste it, no matter what!"
Toriko's eyes narrowed as he spoke with utter certainty.
"I see..."
"I understand."
"But it should be fine. They're traveling by ship, after all, so they can't possibly be as fast as our plane. It's just that the IGO can't guarantee exactly when the Century Soup will appear."
John glanced at Toriko, Komatsu, and the little girl who was the IGO's biggest shareholder. She was sprawled in the largest seat at the back of the plane, reading a gourmet magazine while eating BB popcorn and ice cream. He didn't say much, only nodded before turning around and focusing on helping the pilot fly the high-speed plane north.
The IGO didn't have much of a plan for the Century Soup, and they weren't confident they could get their hands on it. So they weren't really participating this time, and could only leave things to Toriko and their little girl shareholder.
"Don't worry!"
"The Century Soup is on that tallest iceberg. We shouldn't miss it."
After saying that, Toriko didn't add anything else. He glanced back at the troublesome little girl lying across