If the spring breeze took pity on the flowers, could it grant me youth once more?
Whitebeard's feelings were incredibly complicated.
How could he not want to protect his children? Ace was his child, but were the others not his children too?
This war would inevitably claim many lives. If he could regain the strength of his youth, the outcome would certainly be different.
Join Konoha?
They did not know much about Konoha—one could even say they knew nothing at all.
After hesitating for a moment, Whitebeard ignored his sons' attempts to stop him, picked up the bottle of medicine, and drank it in one gulp.
As the medicine went down his throat, vigorous vitality emerged and began repairing the injuries within Whitebeard's body.
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates watched Whitebeard with anxious, worried expressions.
Whitebeard was the backbone of the Whitebeard Pirates. Without him, this family would practically fall apart.
"Gurararara!"
Whitebeard burst into laughter, tearing off his oxygen tubes and needles. That long-lost strength!
As the pain in his body had worsened, Whitebeard had felt himself growing weaker every day.
After drinking this bottle of medicine, he finally felt a trace of what he had once felt. However, the medicine's effects soon faded. It made him feel much better, but there was still quite a gap between that and regaining the strength of his youth.
"This seems quite different from what you said."
"It is naturally impossible for a single bottle of medicine to restore your youthful strength. If you agree, I will take you to Konoha Country for treatment, then send you back to your ship before the war begins."
"Gurararara! Boy, I think highly of you. How about becoming my son too?"
"Hahaha, the Uchiha would never abandon its bloodline. Besides, you do not seem