The Death of Saint Saturn

Aokiji sighed. "Why make these pointless struggles?"

Flower Sword's gaze was resolute. "Because there are things we have to accomplish!"

"Even if it means dying?"

"I'm not as afraid of death as you are."

Aokiji did not get angry after hearing that. He merely said flatly, "Is that so?"

Jozu was already growing impatient. He said to Flower Sword, "I'll hold Aokiji back. Hurry and find Vegapunk!"

Someone had to stay behind to stop Aokiji. Otherwise, Pops' condition would only worsen with time.

Flower Sword knew there was no time to waste. He nodded solemnly. "Be careful!"

Then he turned and headed toward the center of Egghead.

As Flower Sword's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Aokiji made no move to stop him.

"So that counts as him getting away, huh?" he muttered.

Jozu froze slightly, unable to understand what he meant.

"That's right. Saving Whitebeard is more important."

Jozu's expression changed drastically. Unlike Flower Sword, he was not someone who could hide his thoughts in his heart.

Seeing the change in his expression, Aokiji guessed why the two of them had come here.

Whitebeard's body must have been unable to hold on any longer. Otherwise, they would not have traveled such a long way to seek help from a Marine scientist.

Even a cornered rabbit would bite, let alone Whitebeard's fierce commanders. If they had been properly prepared, they probably would have crossed the sea in a massive force.

But he no longer wanted to concern himself with such matters. Something in his heart suddenly eased.

What was the point of fighting for the position of Fleet Admiral? Akainu had nearly lost his life this time.

And the main reason he had given up was the fate of the Five Elders. It would disrupt the existing Marine system.

Why