Buffalo landed safely on Island. Then rain began to pour from the sky.
Driven by the strong wind, cold rain lashed their faces, stinging their skin and chilling them to the bone.
"We're a little worse for wear, but at least we made it through. Let's stay on Island tonight. It's getting late anyway."
Werther called to the other two and headed toward the town ahead.
Because of the Storm, the sky was dark and heavy.
After walking some distance, Werther had the vague sense that no one was following him. He looked back, puzzled.
But Observation Haki was useless in rain this heavy, so Werther could only search for them with his eyes.
After looking around and finding no sign of either of them, his expression darkened.
They had just escaped the Storm. Had they landed on another Island full of unknown dangers?
Something must have happened to the two of them, but there was little Werther could do in such heavy rain.
Then he faintly heard someone calling for help. The voice sounded familiar.
It was Monet.
Werther sprinted toward her voice and soon spotted her.
Monet lay on the ground, calling his name weakly. Buffalo was beside her.
Werther was speechless at the sight. He had forgotten they were both Devil Fruit Users.
In a downpour like this, Devil Fruit Users were practically helpless. Monet and Buffalo were proof enough.
Monet was a little better off. She lay on her back, struggling to inch along, but at that rate she would not move a meter all night.
Buffalo had it much worse. The bucktoothed man lay facedown, his face completely submerged in the water pooling on the ground. Bubbles rose past his cheeks; he had probably swallowed quite a bit of rainwater already.
At this rate, would