Pero brought Kizaru down slowly from the air, his feet landing firmly on ground made of soft biscuits and sweet cream.
Pero scuffed his foot against the ground and felt a sticky sensation. He thought to himself, This island... is the ground this sticky everywhere?
Kizaru followed beside him, rapidly recalling everything in the Marines' intelligence archives about this island.
"Whole Cake Island... everything here has a soul." He scanned their surroundings warily. "Singing flowers, grass, and trees, walking doors, windows, and furniture, and patrol soldiers made of biscuits and chess pieces..."
"I'm afraid our whereabouts were discovered the moment we landed here."
Pero ignored Kizaru's nervousness. His gaze had been drawn to a plant beside his feet.
The plant looked just like the sunflowers that produced sunlight in a game he had played in his previous life. At that moment, it was swaying from side to side to some unknown music.
Pero crouched down with interest and studied the front of the sunflower.
As though sensing Pero's gaze, the little sunflower suddenly stiffened.
Then it began swaying again, even harder and more clumsily.
Pero could clearly see a unique soul dwelling within the sunflower.
All of this was thanks to the chakra within his body, which gave him the ability to look directly at the essence of souls.
"What act are you putting on?" Pero asked the sunflower on the ground flatly.
The sunflower instantly froze mid-sway, and beads of cold sweat poured from its central disk.
Trembling, it slowly turned to look at Pero's faintly smiling face. A mouth actually split open in its central disk.
"G-guest... I... I don't know what you're talking about..."
Pero could not be bothered to waste words with it and asked directly, "You've already reported our whereabouts, haven't you? Tell me where