Setting sail with a promise, Brook joins the crew

His eyes narrowed slightly, and beneath the stone coffin,

a crack instantly opened in the ground. Like the gates of hell, it swallowed the coffin in an instant.

Boom!

The crack closed.

Then the surrounding earth flowed inward like water, piling up where the coffin had vanished and gradually forming a grave.

A stone slab rose in front of the grave. A breeze swept past, scattering stone dust, and words gradually appeared on the slab.

"Here lies Swordmaster Ryuma."

Kuta looked at the grave before him and nodded in satisfaction.

He had to admit, he really was getting better and better at this.

Kuina and Brook stood beside Kuta, watching from beginning to end, then both gave him peculiar looks.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Kuta glanced at Kuina and Brook in puzzlement.

"Hehe!"

Kuina looked away and smiled with her lips pressed together. "Nothing."

"Yohohoho!"

Brook laughed. "Mr. Kuta, this, this... this ability really is convenient! Yohohoho!"

He had no idea how to describe Kuta's ability, so all he could call it was convenient.

"Haha! It certainly is."

Kuta dusted off his hands, picked up the Wine Gourd at his waist, and flicked the stopper free with his thumb. Then he extended his arm and tipped the mouth downward.

The clear liquor fell slowly to the ground like a silver thread.

"Rest in peace, Ryuma."

He bowed, then straightened, drew back his hand, and raised the Wine Gourd.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

He took several deep swallows.

Then he breathed out a mouthful of alcohol fumes, hung the Wine Gourd back at his waist, and turned around. Seeing the Ahua Trio still fighting, his lips curled into a smile.

"Let's go! We'll head back first, get some rest, have a good meal, and then set sail."

"This damned