Like Sabo, Fujitora's wound would not stop bleeding.
Unlike Sabo, however, Fujitora used his gravity to force the wound shut.
"Issho, still no sign of it healing?"
Sengoku set some food meant to replenish blood and energy before Fujitora, but Fujitora had no appetite.
While the gravity held his wound closed, it also pressed against his internal organs. Since his fight with Werther, Fujitora had managed only a little water and had not eaten a thing.
"If you ever fight the Thunder Swordsman, be careful. A cut from that Cursed Sword can have serious consequences."
Fujitora was worrying too much. If Werther had not activated Crimson Regalia, wounds left by Intent Blood would still have been slow to heal, but nowhere near this bad.
"Something happened to Sakazuki. Someone severed one of his arms. He's badly wounded and recovering now."
Fujitora was stunned. He could hardly believe someone had cut off one of Akainu's arms.
"Who?"
Sengoku fell silent. After a long while, he sighed.
"I don't know."
That surprised Fujitora even more. His control over gravity wavered, and a trace of blood seeped through the bandages on his chest.
Both men fell silent. Aside from those people, there was probably no one else capable of such a thing.
Fujitora even began to wonder whether joining the Marines had been the right decision.
Were the Marines truly a force for justice on the seas? Fujitora no longer knew. As a Marine Admiral, he understood better than most that the Marines were not as honorable as they appeared.
High in the sky, a biting wind whipped Werther's somewhat pale hair. Wherever the King of the Sky flew, other birds scattered in panic.
They had been flying for more than two hours. Nos Yak Island was not far away.
The temperature