In the large wooden ship, the boss is battling three Wandering Sea Ghosts. Although he has the upper hand in strength, no matter how he strikes, these three Wandering Sea Ghosts always rise, laughing coldly: "You're strong, but you can't handle us."
"Is that so? I don't think so." The boss, with the capital of undying nature, ignores defenses. Even if he is heavily wounded, and his skin ripped open, he doesn't care. As he's fighting, his wounds are healing.
"Come, let's see who's more of a madman." The boss bursts into laughter, growing more excited the more he fights, hastening his pace, and with one knee-bump, sends a wandering sea ghost flying.
"What kind of person are you?" For the first time, a Wandering Sea Ghost encounters such an opponent, can't help but feel frightened. However, they can't show their fear, stubbornly saying: "You're tough, but what of it, despite the long fight, you can't handle us."