Werther looked over the supplies laid out before him and nodded in satisfaction.
Doffy's influence in the Underworld had surprised him. In just one day, he had gathered everything Werther needed.
"Well, it's about time I set off. Doffy, let me show you how a world-class Assassin kills. Wait for the good news."
With that, Werther signaled Buffalo to take off.
The propeller on Buffalo's neck whirred, and Werther left Dressrosa behind.
"Lord Werther, don't worry. Weather that bad hardly ever happens. Since I got my Devil Fruit powers, it's only happened twice, and that includes last time."
Werther thumped Buffalo hard on the back, making him yelp.
"So you're saying I'm just that unlucky? It's only happened twice, and I was there for one of them?"
Werther laughed as he scolded him. Then he folded his hands behind his head, lay back on Buffalo, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to rest.
"Ow! Lord Werther, I'm sorry."
Buffalo laughed too. After spending time with Werther, he had realized that the man was nothing like the cold-hearted figure of legend. He was actually easy to get along with.
But that was only when he wasn't fighting. In battle, the man on Buffalo's back was a madman, a demon, a Great Swordsman who cut down everything in his path.
Buffalo really was fast. Before long, Werther spotted the island in the distance.
"Stop here, Buffalo. Head back to Dressrosa. I'll contact you later by Den Den Mushi. You'd better not show your face on the Island—that mark on your front teeth is too conspicuous."
Buffalo was puzzled and about to speak when he felt the weight on his back vanish. He looked behind him and saw Werther plummeting toward the sea.
Splash!
A huge spray of water rose into the