"Yohohoho, I understand. Looking at it that way, I'll have to give it everything I've got."
For musicians, Binks' Sake was the equivalent of tomato-and-egg stir-fry in the culinary world.
It was the simplest thing, but also the hardest.
Tomato-and-egg stir-fry was something any normal person could make without it tasting too terrible, yet it was equally difficult to turn into an unparalleled delicacy.
As a song born among Pirates, Binks' Sake was actually quite simple. Even someone with no knowledge of music theory could follow its tune.
Accordingly, how satisfying it was remained an unpredictable line that rose and fell wildly.
But for Brook, that was not a difficult point at all. This song had accompanied him through all those lonely years.
Before the Rumbar Pirates were wiped out, it had been the final song everyone sang together. The chorus of his companions was still preserved inside a Tone Dial, which Brook kept in his own skull.
The piano keys rose and fell as one note after another formed the most widely circulated melody upon these seas, infused with Brook's longing for his companions.
Whenever he played this piece, the faces and voices of his old companions would reappear before him.
Before the piece had even ended, Nanamo had already confirmed his talent. More precisely, his talent was almost too good.
Nanamo's intuition told her that Brook could not be allowed to accompany her at her concert. It was not that his skills were lacking; his skill level simply made him too likely to steal the spotlight.
As the concert's sole lead, it seemed she needed to keep improving herself.
From that day onward, there was more music aboard the ship. Nanamo only performed when she held her own concerts, but as for Brook, whenever anyone on the ship