An orphan of Mosmar Village? A Marine Headquarters ensign? The young master of the prestigious Yatogami Family?
Long Yi's identity was so complicated that Kong could not determine the true intentions of the boy before him.
He had trained in swordsmanship at Marineford, purged pirates along the shores of the North Blue, and now he had come to Mary Geoise, become a noble among the Celestial Dragons, standing above countless others with "Saint" in his name.
So who, exactly, would his sword fight for?
The common people who had suffered the same fate as him? The government Marines who had raised him? Or the lofty Celestial Dragons within the Holy Land?
Kong could not figure it out, so he had to find out.
"Answer me, Ensign."
The burly old man crossed his arms over his chest, his expression grim. His bulging muscles and vicious scars made it clear that the Commander-in-Chief of the World Government's entire military was not merely someone who sat in an office and issued orders.
A Haki pressure settled onto Long Yi bit by bit, making the boy's breathing grow heavier without his realizing it. Before this former Fleet Admiral, he felt immense pressure.
He understood that he had to choose a side now.
"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, sir!"
Parting his lips and gritting his teeth, Long Yi spoke with difficulty.
"My sword is drawn only against the injustices of this world."
As soon as the words fell, the vast room became silent enough to hear a pin drop.
Kong and Kizaru froze, their expressions strange. The boy's answer had exceeded their expectations.
It was not about commoners or nobles, nor was it about evil or justice.
His gleaming blade rang out only for the injustices of the world.
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