Fujitora's Misperception

Kizaru's position within the Marines was somewhat awkward. He belonged neither to the two largest factions—the Hawks and the Doves—but to the moderates.

So after Sengoku stepped down in the original history, he had no part in the fight for Fleet Admiral. Of course, he himself had no desire to compete for it, but it was also true that not many people supported him.

No one felt at ease entrusting the Marines' future to someone so ambiguous about justice.

But he himself did not care about any of that. Showing up for work every day and collecting his share of the salary was enough. He no longer had many ambitions.

Perhaps he had once possessed great aspirations in his youth, but that was all in the past. Time and experience had worn away every trace of passion within him.

But this time, he was prepared to give it everything he had.

Otherwise, he would not have accepted the arduous task of preventing Ryan from causing trouble. After all, within the Marines' system, an Admiral held extremely high authority.

The Fujitora of the original history had dared to openly defy Sakazuki's orders, let alone him, Borsalino. Unlike Fujitora, who had joined midway through, he had his own faction within the Marines. Though it was not particularly powerful, it was still far stronger than Fujitora's complete lack of foundation.

"Let this old man help you one last time, Fleet Admiral Sengoku!"

After saying that, Kizaru picked up the Eternal Pose pointing toward Gourmet City. He turned into a streak of light and flew into the distance, racing toward Gourmet City Puji. The office was left with only a cigarette butt burned down to the filter, still not extinguished.

This was also Kizaru's final burst of passion!

The Glint-Glint Fruit was extremely conspicuous