Werther glanced down at his lower abdomen. Apart from a faint scar, the searing pain from earlier had vanished.
His whole body felt lighter, even better than it had before he was injured.
"Well? Not bad, right? I also healed some old injuries that had built up inside you."
Werther understood. Tuski had healed hidden ailments in his body.
He loved fighting, and injuries were inevitable in a fight. Even when those injuries seemed to heal completely, they could leave behind damage too subtle to notice.
At first, those hidden injuries caused little trouble. But once enough of them accumulated, they would flare up.
Under ordinary circumstances, that was manageable. With Werther's Constitution, he could recover somewhat if he rested for a while.
But if they flared up in the middle of a fight, there would be nothing left of him.
"Not bad. I feel a lot lighter. But Tuski, I'm going away for a few days.
"Three days at the shortest, five at the longest. If any enemies attack while I'm gone, let me know."
Tuski did not ask where Werther was going. He only nodded.
Werther's destination was Fish-Man Island, ten thousand meters beneath the sea.
After fighting Dragon, Werther had realized he still was not strong enough. If he fought Red-Haired with his current strength, it would not be the even match he had imagined. Red-Haired was more likely to win.
This time, Werther was heading to Fish-Man Island to obtain a vast amount of life force. He had long since decided how to do it.
It was risky, but if it would let him defeat Red-Haired, the risk was worth taking.
If he rode the King of the Sky from Dressrosa to Fish-Man Island, the trip would take no more than a day and a night.