"Couldn't you let me finish?" Sengoku complained, his furrowed brow making him look every bit as imposing as he was.
But his opponent was Kuma, who answered him with that distinctive, expressionless face of his. Sengoku was left speechless.
After a long pause, Kuma finally said two words in a flat voice.
"I'm sorry."
Sengoku: "..."
He rubbed his head in frustration and glanced at Meteor beside him, feeling as though he had gained another two white hairs. "So how is Loa supposed to get back?"
Kuma calmly opened his book without looking at it. Instead, he turned his head and asked, "Can't you contact him with a Den Den Mushi?"
Then he pointed toward the Warship. "Or just send someone to pick him up."
Sengoku followed his finger and saw the bizarrely shaped "Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon."
"Loa's Den Den Mushi is a special model. It can only receive calls from specific Den Den Mushi, and the distance is far too great..." Sengoku fell into thought, muttering, "Sending the Wavebreaker Warship is an option, but..."
The thought of losing contact with Loa for over twenty days made Sengoku's eyelid twitch nonstop.
A deep sorrow filled his eyes, and he sighed. "I just hope that bastard doesn't cause me trouble..."
Loa had yet to notice this serious problem. Nor did he know about Sengoku's distress. Right now, he was enjoying the journey.
Ahead of him, the air shield created by Ursus Shock blocked the rushing wind, so Loa could take out his fries and ketchup without worrying that a gust would scatter them everywhere.
As he happily ate his fries, Loa sighed inwardly.
Kuma is a genius!
It wasn't the first time Loa had thought that while flying through the air.
The Paw-Paw Fruit sounded lame as hell! All