After the meeting ended, the heads of each department quickly departed to carry out the new orders. Aokiji, however, did not immediately return to his office. Instead, he stopped Kizaru, who was about to leave, in a secluded corridor.
"Borsalino, do you have time to talk?" Aokiji's tone remained lazy, but his gaze was unusually serious.
Kizaru let out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh~ Kuzan, how troublesome. What is it that you need to see me about so urgently?"
"Don't you find it strange? The Five Elders' reaction to this incident was far too intense." Aokiji lowered his voice. "Even when faced with threats to overthrow the World Government in the past, they were never this nervous."
Kizaru seemed to casually straighten his cuff. "Policy isn't something we should be considering, Kuzan. We're merely the ones who carry it out~"
"Then what do you think about the ordinary people's 'Ancient Dreams'?" Aokiji keenly watched Kizaru's reaction. "So many people having similar dreams at the same time is far too much of a coincidence."
Kizaru's movement paused for a moment before he resumed his languid demeanor. "They're only dreams. Why take them seriously?"
Aokiji said meaningfully, "If one day, you discovered that the justice you had always upheld was actually built upon a massive lie, what would you do?"
Leaving those words behind, Aokiji turned and left, while Kizaru remained where he was, the expression on his face gradually turning serious. In truth, Aokiji had touched upon the doubts buried deep within him. In recent days, Kizaru had also had a strange dream—one in which he was protecting something important. The dream had felt so real that even after waking, he could still sense power flowing through his fingertips.
Kizaru shook his head, but deep within his heart, a voice had begun