Kuzan's gentleness showed in the way the Ohara Incident had changed him, in his doubts about justice, in the mercy he showed Pirates who weren't truly vicious, in the respect his subordinates held for him, and in countless other ways.
The Fire of Old Age
As Moro looked at Aokiji, the fire in his eyes gradually died.
He might distrust anyone else in the world, but he trusted Kuta completely.
Aokiji gave Moro a long look but said nothing. He could feel the big man's hostility and had noticed how abruptly his attitude had changed. It was strange, but he gave it no more thought.
"Hahahahaha!"
Just then, Kuta's laughter drew everyone's attention. Only now did he turn his gaze to Garp.
"You really didn't need to be so nervous. You showed up with a hero and two Admirals. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were here for something huge!"
"Keeping an eye on you isn't something huge?"
The old man stared at Kuta, his expression grave. "You still haven't told us what you came here for."
"It's nothing much. An old friend of mine is in Impel Down. I'm just here to get him out."
"An old friend?"
Kuta's words sent the three of them into deep thought. "As far as I know, you haven't made any Pirate friends since you set out to sea!"
Aokiji lowered his hand and looked at Kuta. "Did you know him before you set out?"
"I did. And you all know him too."
Looking toward the Gate of Justice ahead, Kuta took down his Wine Gourd and drank deeply. "Are you opening it, or should I?"
They still had plenty of questions, but the Freedom was about to collide with the Gate of Justice. Kizaru had no choice but to turn