The Music Nation of Elegia, once a world-renowned land of musicians, had now fallen into desolation.
After that night five years ago, the once prosperous nation had been reduced to these ruins.
The grand theater that had drawn the world's attention whenever it held a concert had also decayed, covered in dust and overgrown with vines.
But today, another group of musicians had arrived. They would hold a long-overdue concert here.
"Elegia's grand theater was once the dream of so many people."
Standing on the dust-covered stage, Tesoro looked around the magnificent theater. The seats that had once been packed with audiences at every concert now lay empty, bearing only the marks left by time.
The king of this country, a man named Gorden, stood beside Tesoro. "The last performance was more than five years ago. Thinking about it carefully, I can barely remember what it was like back then."
"It's fine. Let's hold an even better concert today!"
Tesoro patted Gorden on the shoulder.
The two of them seemed to have hit it off at first sight. Perhaps that was the mutual appreciation shared between musicians.
"Let's clean up the venue first."
Bright said.
He spread his arms as though he were about to embrace the world.
Then, a faint mist began to spread, followed by a howling wind.
"Mm—"
Uta could not help raising a hand to hold down the two buns atop her head so they would not be blown apart.
The wild wind swept through the entire venue in an instant, carrying away all the dust that had accumulated there.
Then, in the next moment, the gale even rolled up seawater and sent it washing through the venue.
"So I've always been curious, you bastard. What kind of Devil Fruit user are you?"
Tesoro stood behind