Kuzan handed the newspaper covering his face to Oran, then took off his blindfold. These days, he had thoroughly embraced slacking off while getting paid, and he and Borsalino had found quite a few shared topics.
After all, because of their abilities, they were working in two different laboratories—or rather, serving as experimental materials.
"What, why is Admiral Sengoku in such a hurry this time?"
"Garp probably got on his nerves again. Anyway, we can just send him a progress report. Doesn't this thing still need many years? From what I can tell, Admiral Sengoku just wants a target that can move."
From a rookie's perspective, Garp's freedom was enviable. But from a superior's perspective, Garp was a massive headache.
Having studied under Garp for so long, Kuzan had instead come to understand Sengoku's thoughts.
"It really will take many years, but it's not like there's been no progress. Forget it. I'll talk to Sengoku myself when the time comes."
"Doctor, why do I get the feeling you went on vacation? Does your laboratory have some secret passage leading to a resort?"
Judging from Oran's expression, Kuzan had an inexplicable feeling that the other man was less conducting research and more having fun.
"Indeed. It's even a swimsuit party."
"Doctor, your sense of humor isn't great. That joke was pretty boring."
"I wasn't joking. Believe it or not, that's up to you."
Oran was telling the truth. The dream world was ever-changing, and not every dream world had practical value. Some could only provide emotional value, like the pool party world.
There were no heroes or monsters in that world, only a group of ordinary residents vacationing on the beach.
"Uta, Perona, stop playing. How about we throw a party tonight and have an octopus feast?"
After glancing at the