"Pops, I want to go out and see the world!" Just as the Whitebeard Pirates were enjoying themselves, an abrupt voice rang out.
"Vista?" Some of them looked at Vista in confusion, unable to understand why he wanted to leave now.
The Whitebeard Pirates had suffered severe losses and were already struggling to maintain their vast territory. If they lost Vista's strength as well, there were territories they might no longer be able to defend.
Marco and the others merely looked at Vista in silence, because they understood him.
Whitebeard stared at Vista for a long while before suddenly bursting into laughter. "Gurarararara!"
"If you want to go, then go! The men of the Whitebeard Pirates should make their names known across the seas!"
"Then I'm off, Pops!"
With Whitebeard's approval, Vista no longer hesitated and turned to leave. Swordsmen were meant to be decisive, but under Whitebeard's protection, Vista had gradually lost the drive to become stronger.
It was not that Vista did not want to grow stronger, nor that he did not work hard. His desire for strength simply was not as intense as it had once been.
Now, Vista had rediscovered his sword heart and remembered the dream he had when he first took up a sword.
"Vista, I'll see you off!" Marco came to Vista's side and went with him.
The two arrived beneath the Moby Dick, and a small boat was immediately lowered down.
Vista stepped into the boat, picked up the oars, and prepared to row toward the distant horizon.
"Come back soon. Pops might not have much time left," Marco said just as Vista was about to depart.
Although Whitebeard had not told them the truth, they had still guessed part of it.
"Alright!"
Vista nodded heavily, then quickly left. He was afraid