I, Kizaru-Borsalino-was an Admiral who upheld "unclear justice" and knew exactly how to survive in the workplace.
I was never the sort to fight a monster of my own caliber to the death over a monthly salary of five hundred Beli, figuratively speaking.
So, after clearly sensing Gern's unmistakable killing intent and Eight Desolations pressed against his throat,
he very decisively... chose to listen to his survival instincts.
"Now, now, now! You know me, Gern."
"I've always supported you." Kizaru kept his hands slightly raised. His voice regained its distinctive drawl, but his words were full of concessions.
"Since you've already made up your mind, Gern... I won't say anything more."
As he spoke, he carefully, ever so slowly tilted his head back and nudged Eight Desolations with a finger,
moving his throat away from the blade. He forced a thoroughly insincere smile onto his face. "After all, we're colleagues. As your senior, I'll just... support you in spirit."
"Good luck~" With that, he gave Gern no chance to make another move and dissolved into countless particles of golden light once more.
This time, however, he did not move a short distance. Instead, he shot straight into the sky beyond the G-10 Base.
He vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye, fleeing far faster than he had arrived.
An escape at light speed-he certainly lived up to the name.
Of course, even as he fled, Kizaru did not forget to use an encrypted Den Den Mushi to relay what he had discovered,
particularly Gern's return to G-10, his uncompromising stance, and the appearance of the Revolutionary Army's "Tyrant," Kuma.
He reported it all clearly and concisely to Sengoku, far away in Marineford.
Once that was done, Kizaru washed his hands of the matter and prepared to find