After carefully searching Island for a while, Aokiji stopped wasting his time. His Observation Haki could not sense Werther anywhere.
If an ordinary person's presence was a white human silhouette, this pirate named Werther was a blood-red one. And his two Cursed Swords stood out even more clearly than he did.
During their fight, every time Aokiji swept his Observation Haki over those two Cursed Swords, he could almost smell a sweet, bloody scent—the smell left by blades washed in vast amounts of blood.
Aokiji had earned his title of Marine Admiral. His strength was formidable, but so were his intelligence and his grasp of the bigger picture.
So Aokiji went straight to the shore and unleashed his signature technique, Ice Age, once more. Before long, though, he stopped and dropped onto the ground.
Werther was not the only one exhausted. Aokiji was struggling too. Ice Age had not spread very far, making his chances of catching Werther even slimmer.
Aokiji sighed, a headache coming on as he wondered how to explain this to Sengoku.
But that was not what troubled him most. That would be the Dragon Person who had been kidnapped.
Aokiji could already imagine the trouble she would cause him once he returned to Marineford.
At the thought, Aokiji sighed again. Looking even more worn, he took out a Den Den Mushi to report to Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
Brring, brring, brring. Click. The Den Den Mushi connected.
"Moshi Moshi, this is Kuzan."
"Kuzan. How did the mission go? Did you catch the Thunder Swordsman? And get back as soon as you can. Things are very tense right now." Sengoku's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, mixed with a steady crunching sound.
"Garp, don't crowd the Den Den Mushi. And stop eating beside it. If you make