Noticing something unusual about Kuta, Kuina poked her head out on his left and rested against his shoulder. She looked at the middle-aged man sitting ahead at the gambling table, dressed in a purple kimono with a dark purple sash and a purple scarf around his neck. All she could see was his back.
No matter how she looked at him, he seemed like an ordinary man. Even with her Observation Haki, she sensed nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet this ordinary-looking man had dared to stay in the gambling hall. From the looks of it, he was still gambling, completely unconcerned by the commotion just now.
"Strange."
Drawing her gaze back, Kuina turned toward Kuta and said gravely, "Kuta, that man is really strong."
If he could draw Kuta's attention, then the man who seemed so ordinary to her senses could not possibly be ordinary. He had to be an exceptionally powerful fighter.
Although she had not used her full strength to sense him, even that much was enough.
"It's fine."
Kuta patted Kuina's head and smiled. "He really is someone on par with an Admiral, but he isn't a bad person. He's a wandering hero with his own ideals of justice."
"You know him?"
Kuina glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned toward Kuta and asked curiously.
"Yes!"
Kuta nodded and withdrew his gaze without explaining.
Then he took Kuina's hand and led the way forward.
As Kuta and the others approached, the middle-aged man showed no reaction. He continued pushing the chips before him onto the big and small betting areas at his own leisurely pace.
On the other side of the table, however, the young bunny-girl dealer was nowhere near as relaxed.
She did not know what had happened upstairs, but as a dealer in the