"Goodbye, friends!"
"Goodbye, Dorry, Brogy!" After teaching Gray and the others for three days, Dorry and Brogy boarded their ship and said their farewells.
"Gyahahaha! Friends, you're welcome to visit Elbaf sometime!"
"Gabababa! When you do, I'll make sure you get to taste the finest sake in Elbaf."
"Great! It's a deal!"
After seeing Dorry and Brogy off, Gray and the others stayed behind, waiting for Kuma to find them.
While they waited, they often entered Uta's mental world to practice Hakoku.
Before leaving, Dorry and Brogy had taught them everything they could. The rest depended on how well Gray and the others learned, and whether they could master it quickly.
After several days of practice, the difficulty was just as Gray had expected: at the instant their attacks collided, they had to merge them into a single force that pierced straight ahead.
Three days of practice had only let Gray get his foot in the door. He still had a way to go before he could master it and coordinate with Yamato—or later, Hancock and the others.
So, while they stayed on Little Garden, they spent each day either exploring or practicing in Uta's mental world.
When Gray had been there for nearly a week, the person they'd been waiting for finally arrived.
Choosing to come just after sunset, before night had fully fallen, Kuma approached Gray with a treasure chest tucked in the crook of his arm. "Excuse me! Are you the one selling the healing potions?"
Looking at the tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a bear-head hat, Gray nodded. "That's right. I am!"
"You came to find me because you're sick and need a better healing potion, right?" Gray knew why Kuma was there, but still had to ask for appearances' sake.
"That's right! I wanted to ask