Kuzan was pedaling his bicycle hard across the sea when he spotted a streak of light crossing the sky.
"Kizaru, what's going on?"
Hearing Kuzan's call, the streak of light abruptly changed course and stopped in front of him.
"Kuzan, slacking off again, are you?"
Kuzan frowned. "I don't appreciate that, Kizaru. Can't you see I'm doing my best to get there?"
"Heh! What a scary look, Kuzan. All right, enough joking. Since you're a colleague I rather like, here's some advice: don't go any farther. If I hadn't been quick enough to escape, I'd have nearly died again!" Kizaru looked shaken by the close call.
Kuzan was speechless. He couldn't tell whether Kizaru was making fun of him. Can't you see how slowly I'm riding?
"What exactly happened? This isn't like you! You ran before you even fought!"
"Let Akainu handle it. My abilities don't work on the Holy Church. That rebellion in the New World was bad enough! I still haven't figured out why my abilities don't work on the Holy Light Clerics!" With that, Kizaru ignored Kuzan and flew back toward his own fleet.
"Pops, why has one of the Marine fleets already run away before the fighting even started?" Diamond Jozu asked in confusion, binoculars in hand.
"Let's keep watching! Perhaps some of the Marines can recognize reality!" Whitebeard didn't know how to answer his son's question either.
Watching Kizaru lead the retreat without the slightest hesitation, Kuzan glanced toward the Holy Church's fleet, then shook his head.
He quickly turned his bicycle around and pedaled back toward his own fleet at full speed. Since someone else had already taken the lead, he wouldn't be the first to retreat, so it didn't matter.
Up in the air, Akainu was furious. "That useless Kizaru! You can't rely