The atmosphere on the deck suddenly grew tense because of what Roy had just said.
But as Roy immediately apologized,
the expressions of the pirate captains around them eased somewhat.
"Jozu, put away your powers and weapons."
Marco was the only one present, aside from Whitebeard, who had not assumed an attacking stance.
After hearing Roy mention the Op-Op Fruit,
he immediately told his brothers to put away their weapons.
As the second-in-command of the Whitebeard Pirates, Marco naturally possessed enormous prestige.
"But, Marco."
Jozu looked at Marco as if he wanted to say something, but under Marco's gaze, his diamond-transformed arm slowly returned to normal.
Vista somewhat regretfully sheathed his longsword. He had originally wanted to exchange a few moves with Roy!
After all, Great Swordsmen were not common as cabbages on these seas.
Everyone who pursued swordsmanship longed to challenge opponents of the same level and absorb combat experience from them.
Marco naturally knew exactly what his companions were like, so his gaze remained fixed on those swordsmen.
Only after watching them return the blades in their hands to their waists
did Marco shift his gaze back to Roy.
"Did you just mention the Op-Op Fruit?" Marco's voice carried a hint of anticipation.
There was no helping it. Those within the family knew their own affairs best.
Although the Whitebeard Pirates had decided to wage war against the World Government, Marco knew that Whitebeard's physical condition was already far from optimistic.
Over decades of piracy, fighting and killing had become commonplace.
Even though Whitebeard had been born immensely powerful, no matter how strong a body was, countless battles would eventually wear it down with hidden injuries.
At the same time, his age was also a huge problem.
Whitebeard might still look strong now, but he was already over