Yamato felt deeply miserable. All her life, the shackles had bound not only her body, but her heart as well.
Only reading Oden's journal could ease that suffocating feeling.
The world it described was so beautiful and dazzling, the adventures so free and novel.
When she had learned about the Great Angel over a month ago, her first thought had simply been that anyone who could injure Kaido must be incredibly strong.
But as she read the newspaper's descriptions of the Great Angel...
Powerful, gentle, kind, a protector of the people-wasn't that exactly the "Whitebeard" Oden had written about?
Although Yamato was a little disappointed that the Great Angel wasn't a free-roaming pirate, the news described him sailing freely all over the world as well.
That had sparked a little fantasy in Yamato's mind. Could this Great Angel be her own "Whitey"?
So when she learned that the Great Angel had come to negotiate with Kaido, she had charged over, brimming with enthusiasm.
The result had disappointed her... and the Great Angel's response to those stories about Oden had disappointed her even more.
That reality had left Yamato, already "unable to move," feeling as though her heart had been squeezed into a tight knot.
But-at that very moment.
"What I mean is, I can't jump to conclusions."
It was as though the door to a dark room had suddenly opened. The Great Angel's voice reached her ears with perfect clarity.
Yamato raised her head and looked at Sephiroth with dull, lifeless eyes.
With his Power Armor off, he looked much "slighter" than she had imagined, only a little sturdier than little Page One.
Sephiroth now wore the black tactical combat suit underneath, his lightweight close-combat outfit. Since he had been wearing Power Armor, he hadn't paired it with a long