Send them back?
The field officer glanced around, then leaned down and lowered his voice. "Fleet Admiral Akainu said the Holy Knights have mobilized!"
"..."
Kizaru slurped up a mouthful of noodles.
If the Holy Knights had mobilized, there really was nothing left for them to do. Those Celestial Dragons did not like fighting alongside the Marines.
"In that case, I suppose I have no choice but to head back."
Kizaru put on an air of reluctance as he muttered.
"What about you, Brother Issho?"
"I'd like to stay a little longer."
Fujitora shook his head.
He could sense no justice in this war. All he heard was the people's despair and anger.
He wanted to stay and help those who needed it. Even if he could only do a little, it was better than standing by and watching.
"Ah."
Kizaru sighed softly, then rose to leave.
After spending some time with Fujitora, he had gained some understanding of his temperament. Unfortunately, the world was not that wonderful.
The more one struggled, the easier it was to suffer.
Forget it. He was just a wage slave, in no position to lecture others about their justice.
The next morning.
The Revolutionary Army's temporary command post.
The soldiers were packed together, bandages wrapped around every one of them.
Fighting Admirals was extremely difficult.
"Kizaru left?!"
"That's right!"
"Fujitora has withdrawn from the battlefield too. He's leading some Marines in helping people who lost their homes rebuild."
"..."
Everyone was rather puzzled.
No matter how they looked at it, two Admirals suddenly withdrawing from the front lines was not normal.
"Could it be a trap?"
"Doesn't look like it!"
"Fujitora wouldn't do that."
"He's genuinely helping the people!"
Though Fujitora was their enemy and pelted them with meteors all day until they howled,