Jack remained silent for a while before finally speaking.
"Thunder Swordsman, you're badly hurt. What are we going to do about Wano Country?"
Werther did look battered. Blood covered him, and one side of his face was slightly swollen.
"I'll be fine. I've already recovered about half my strength, and my injuries should heal quickly over the next few days. Nothing can go wrong in Wano Country. I have far too many questions for Kozuki Oden."
Werther's answer made Jack nod in satisfaction, though he shook his head a moment later.
"Mr. Tillman wanted you to talk the boss into following the plan in Wano Country. But it doesn't look like you'll stick to it either."
Werther lowered the wine he had been about to drink.
"Plan? What plan?"
He hadn't heard Tillman mention any plan.
"I don't know the details. Ask Mr. Tillman when we get back."
With that, Jack closed his eyes and sat on the King of the Sky's back. He was usually a man of few words. Though savage in battle, he rarely spoke much otherwise.
Werther took off his Dragon Hide Coat. It looked as though it had been drenched in blood, its black surface turned red.
The sky was pitch-black, and a night breeze blew past. The medicine had begun to work, but it could not replace all the blood he had lost. Werther decided they needed to stop and rest.
"Stupid Bird, find somewhere we can rest. An inhabited island would be best, but a deserted island will do. Hurry."
The King of the Sky let out a shrill cry, changed course, and picked up speed.
"Werther, your hair."
Sugar stared at his head in confusion, tilting hers from side to side.
"What about it?"
Werther touched his hair. Aside from getting blood