Whitebeard was visibly plagued by illness and even needed medical equipment to help him breathe.
Shiki sighed with emotion.
His former companion and rival was now nearing the end of his life.
Time truly spared no one.
Whitebeard looked at Shiki's expression. He seemed to know what the other man was thinking, yet he did not care in the slightest.
"Have you come to spout some unbelievably stupid nonsense again, Golden Lion...?"
"Gyahahaha, Whitebeard, you're just as irritating as ever."
With his sword-legs crossed, Shiki sat cross-legged on the deck and laughed heartily. "But before we start 'chatting,' shouldn't we bring out some liquor first?"
"..."
Whitebeard did not think there was anything worth chatting about between him and Golden Lion, but he still signaled with his eyes for the crew to bring out some good liquor.
The nurses who had originally gathered around the chair tactfully withdrew.
A moment later.
The crew brought over some fine liquor.
There were two bottles, each holding roughly ten liters. Judging by the height of the bottles alone, they were over a meter tall.
The nurses who had retreated to the edge of the scene hesitated when they saw the bottle Whitebeard was holding.
In the end, in a situation like this, they wisely swallowed their words.
Shiki popped open the bottle cap with his thumb, and a familiar yet unfamiliar aroma of liquor drifted from the opening.
"This liquor..."
Sniffing the aroma, Shiki's gaze paused. He said indifferently, "The last time I drank it was over thirty years ago, right? If I remember correctly, besides you, the people on the ship who liked this liquor most were Shakky and Bakkin."
"If you came here just to make small talk, then get lost."
Hearing Shiki mention the past, Whitebeard's face remained expressionless. He