After Wuli left, Kuzan sank back into the hot spring. A thoughtful look entered his eyes, along with a restlessness he couldn't explain.
Kuzan frowned. White mist rose from his body, cooling the spring water and driving away most of that unease.
Before long, another group arrived amid a burst of noise.
They were hardly a quiet bunch. One wore a straw hat, another carried three swords, a third smoked, and one was a skeleton. A skeleton coming to soak in a hot spring? That was a first. From the moment they arrived, they never stopped making noise.
After they entered, the water in Kuzan's pool began to warm again, sending up clouds of steam.
The group climbed into the spring without noticing Kuzan.
Meanwhile, Wuli had begun his preparations.
The Town looked peaceful, but Navy personnel were stationed everywhere. Its ordinary residents had no idea that a war capable of embroiling the entire world had quietly begun on their island.
According to his information, Z should have been on the other side of the island. Wuli did not head straight there.
To avoid exposing his identity, Wuli first bought a change of clothes at a shop in Town and disguised himself a little. He was a Navy Captain, after all.
Wuli glanced at the sword in his hand, helplessness in his eyes. His previous sword had been destroyed in his fight with Shiryu of the Rain.
He had found this one aboard the deserted Ghost Ship. It was nothing special, and he had no idea how long it would last.
"Sword Master! Little Wuli, you're the Sword Master, and you're using this piece of junk? Is it even a sword? It's only sharp on one side. Without a good sword, a swordsman can't come close to showing his