"Marco, aren't you keeping an eye on Whitebeard's side?"
"Your abilities are incredibly effective for treating the wounded on the battlefield. Their fight with Yamamoto won't be easy."
Seeing Marco approach, the pineapple-like hairstyle atop his head swaying, Kenma tilted his head slightly and revealed a faint smile.
Marco walked in front of Shisui's Susanoo.
Under Shisui's control, a gap opened in Susanoo's abdomen, and Marco slipped inside sideways.
"The battlefield over there seems fairly stable. I probably won't be needed for a while, so I came over to check on you."
"After all, your condition looks more serious."
Marco leaned toward Shisui, bent down, and pinched his chin while looking at Kenma's head. His expression revealed astonishment.
"Although I knew long ago that you weren't an ordinary man, being perfectly fine with only a head left is indeed a realm that ordinary people like us can't understand."
He straightened up, put one hand on his hip, and waved the other.
"I'd planned to come over right from the start, but Old Man and the others suddenly broke into battle with the Shinigami, so I went there to take a look first."
"Fortunately, nothing major happened here."
Nearby, Zhen'er shrugged and said with a smile, "With only a head left, how can that possibly count as nothing major?"
"Haha, true."
Marco scratched his head and extended a hand toward Kenma. Blue flames ignited across his palm.
"Boss, I'll treat you right away."
"Although I don't know what effect my ability will have on you."
Looking at the flames approaching him, Kenma wanted to scratch his head, only to discover that he still had no arms at this point.
He said, "Actually, I just absorbed the spiritual power of a Quincy. I can recover on my own."
Marco's hand stopped mere