If he tossed a bomb down there...
Uh, better not.
Good turned and returned to the cabin. He was afraid he would feel sick if he kept staring at the sea, so staying in the cabin was the more practical choice.
Before long, Yamato came to the cabin too.
"Good, where are Ulti and Little Pei?"
"They have things to do."
Good did not even look up.
The Flying Six had each taken a construction crew to the Underworld emperors. Stussy would send people from her company to meet them and discuss the specifics of the concessions-no, community development projects.
They would get construction started first.
He was only putting down a labor uprising on his end. There was no need to bring too many troops; he alone would be enough.
"All right."
Yamato was a little bored.
She had been watching the sea earlier and had fallen asleep as she watched.
"Good, shall we go fishing?"
"Go yourself."
Good refused without hesitation.
Scooping up fish was fine, but fishing was another matter.
"If you're really that bored, go help Qikara clean."
"..."
Yamato puffed out her cheeks, indignant.
"Fine, I will!"
Good shook his head. This was what going to sea was really like. Dull sailing took up most of their time, and they had to be patient.
Whoosh!
Speed appeared beside Good, holding a stack of intelligence reports.
"Good, the intelligence on Gaburu."
"Mm."
Good looked through the reports, his expression turning strange.
The "Son of the Revolution," Gaburu Vala, was a core officer of the Revolutionary Army who specialized in guerrilla warfare and had been active around the world.
Labor uprisings had broken out on several islands this time, and one of them, Zebra Island, was Gaburu's hometown.
"So it was the Revolutionary Army!"
Good narrowed his