Carrying Kizaru, Pero streaked toward Wano Country like a golden meteor tens of thousands of meters above the ground.
His speed carved a long passage through the clouds below, which lingered without closing.
"Say... Mr. Pero..."
Kizaru's weak, languid voice drifted up from Pero's hand.
"Could we... fly a little slower? These old bones of mine are about to be shaken apart."
Pero glanced down at Kizaru, who was securely enveloped in his bio-electric field, and said irritably, "I'm only carrying you because you're out of strength. You can turn into light, and you're telling me you're about to fall apart? Are you putting on an act?"
"Oh, dear... That's different." Kizaru pursed his lips and drawled his excuse. "Turning into an element takes a lot of stamina too. It's nothing like you, flying faster than me with just your body... What a monster."
Pero couldn't be bothered to listen to any more complaints.
Right now, he was thinking about what good food Wano Country had.
Since Wano Country's style looked so much like the Japanese aesthetic of his previous life, would its food also be all that raw stuff and sushi?
If so, wouldn't he have flown all this way for nothing?
But Kaido had been stationed there for so long, and his pirate crew acted like a cross between Vikings and wild beasts.
There ought to be plenty to eat.
At that thought, Pero picked up even more speed.
After flying for a while, he noticed that Kizaru looked as wilted as an eggplant.
Pero could only take him somewhere to rest first. After all, he had made the guy fly alongside him in elemental form for several days, leaving his stamina almost completely drained.
He scanned the area below and spotted an uninhabited little island covered