"Wind Swordsman—Yasuo!"
Everyone in the room cried out in shock. Even Kuma was no exception.
He was a world-famous Great Swordsman! His Wind-Riding Swordsmanship was formidable, and he had never lost a fight since making his debut.
Many young swordsmen longed for Yasuo's carefree, unrestrained way of life. Wandering the world, making a home wherever he went, living free—those were the things that defined him!
And Yasuo was more than a swordsman. He was a renowned poet whose words were quoted throughout the Pirate World.
No one had expected a man who embodied freedom to willingly put on the shackles of the Shichibukai.
That was why everyone had cried out. It was simply unbelievable.
"Why?" Kuma asked, voicing the question on everyone's mind.
"Freedom lives in the heart, not in the way one lives!"
Having given an answer that explained nothing, Yasuo resumed playing his flute as though no one else was there. Its moving notes filled the room.
The moment they heard his flute, everyone was drawn in. Hancock seemed to see a wanderer walking alone. The music was mournful yet held a trace of peace, and the people who had grown restless from waiting fell quiet at once.
Clap, clap, clap! Doflamingo applauded.
"I never expected the Wind Swordsman to be a musician!" Kuma said admiringly, Bible in hand.
His appreciation was plain to see. Kuma loved quiet, and Yasuo's performance had resonated deeply with him.
It was like the meeting of Boya and Zhong Ziqi. A fine performance needed someone who could appreciate it, and music was no different.
The two had never met. Everything Kuma knew of Yasuo came from what others had said and from his reputation.
"Oh? You know music?" Yasuo asked, studying the towering Kuma with curiosity.
He could tell whether praise was