Pero flew leisurely over the sea with Kizaru.
The two were discussing where they should go for their next taste of good food.
Ever since failing to find a satisfying deep-sea fish dish on Fish-Man Island, Pero had been brooding over it.
Fortunately, he had gotten a taste of home at the floating restaurant, and he was in a good mood now.
"Oh my..." Kizaru's voice came from beside him. "It's been several days now, Mr. Pero.
"If you still can't find anything you want to eat, why don't we go back to Bali Island? We haven't been back to check on it in nearly half a month."
Pero shot him an irritated glance, chewing a fruit he had picked on some island, and squeezed out two words: "Shut up."
The fruit was rather interesting, a little like the betel nuts from his previous life, but without the numbing sensation. He did not know whether his body was simply too tough or the fruit lacked that property.
Pero's eyebrows rose slightly, as though he had noticed something.
On the sea not far below, a tall figure was riding a bicycle across the ice.
Wherever the man went, the seawater automatically froze into an icy path stretching ahead.
Pero slowly descended onto the icy path with Kizaru.
"Oh my, isn't this Mr. Kuzan?" Kizaru greeted his former colleague with words he had not spoken in a long time.
Kuzan stopped his bicycle. As he looked at the two unexpected visitors who had suddenly appeared before him, a trace of wariness flashed in his eyes.
Pero looked Kuzan up and down and noticed that instead of his pristine white Marine uniform, he was wearing black civilian clothes. "Where's your Marine uniform?" he remarked.
"I resigned."
"I haven't read the papers for a