Time not only took everything away, bringing forgetfulness and indifference; it also burned like a raging flame, allowing emotions to ferment and coalesce.
Over five days, the atmosphere at Marine Headquarters had changed from its usual calmness to extreme solemnity. In every corner of the base, people could be seen walking slowly with grief on their faces.
Garp was not merely a symbol of an era, but the spiritual pillar revered by countless Marines.
Whether it was the hawks and doves divided by the barriers of the great era, or Ron's faction that had risen later, traces of that legendary figure could be found everywhere.
"He has not died. He still lives in our hearts! Warning every one of us not to forget why we fight!"
Akainu stood before the cemetery, delivering a solemn and dignified address to the sea of people before him.
Listening to Akainu's speech, Kizaru suddenly started. "Come to think of it, why hasn't Ron come?"
"I don't know. It seems Queen Rosa summoned him..."
Aokiji rubbed his afro and answered with a sleepy expression.
Hearing that, Kizaru narrowed his eyes slightly. "Rosa, the former Queen of the Flower Capital? She was quite an interesting woman. It seemed she had been living in the family town at headquarters ever since?"
"There was no helping it. After all, they unearthed a Poneglyph concerning the Ancient Weapon."
Aokiji smiled. "If she, as the former Queen, had hidden herself away, it would not have been a good sign for the Flower Capital."
Only by willingly acting as bait and accepting our surveillance could she show that she had nothing to hide from the Government."
At that, Kizaru glanced sideways at him. "You know, Kuzan, that isn't what I meant."
Aokiji: "..."
After a pause, Aokiji slowly spoke.
"I learned