One Piece: The Straw Hat Pirates' Max-Level Swordsman

When Ace made the decision and Kaido and Buggy were relatively satisfied with Ace's decision, the air seemed to be filled with a mixture of relief and expectation.

The atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed, was like the calm surface of a lake, but was broken by a sudden sound. The sound was like a huge rock thrown into the lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves.

"Ace, are you telling the truth? Do you like that girl?" The voice seemed to come from the depths of a distant forest, carrying an ethereal and mysterious atmosphere.

The sound seemed to come from an ancient time tunnel, carrying with it the accumulation of years and unknown mysteries.

It is like the breeze blowing across the strings, gentle and melodious, or like a spring flowing in the mountains, crisp and pleasant. The ethereal sound floats in the air like fairy music, making people feel as if they are in a dreamland.

Every note seems to carry an invisible power, like an invisible silk thread, tightly pulling at everyone's hearts.

The thread is thin and tough, as if it can penetrate the human soul, making people involuntarily stop what they are doing and listen quietly to this mysterious sound.

Everyone who heard the sound subconsciously looked towards the forest.

I saw a masked man slowly walking out of the forest.

His figure was looming among the mottled shadows of the trees, like a mysterious figure walking out of a dream.

The man's steps were steady and slow, and each step seemed to carry a unique rhythm, like the beating pulse of the earth.

His posture is upright and elegant, like a pine tree standing in the mountains, exuding an aura of majesty and mystery.

The man's clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, like a mysterious veil that made it impossible to see his true face.

His mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. There was a mysterious light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

As he approached, the air around him seemed to become heavier, and an oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a unique rhythm.

The rhythm was like the beating of a war drum, low and rhythmic, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

His footsteps made a slight muffled sound as they stepped on the ground, and each sound seemed to strike at everyone's heart, making people involuntarily focus their attention on him.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and every step he took was firm and confident, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward.

Kaido didn't mind seeing the man in front of him. Kaido's huge body moved slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of calmness and indifference.

For Kaido, there are few things in this world that can surprise or disturb him.

His gaze only lingered on the man for a brief moment before he regained his usual dignity and composure.

He frowned slightly, as if wondering whether the man's appearance would have an impact on the current situation, but he soon put aside his doubts.

In Kaido's mind, he has enough strength and confidence to deal with any situation that may arise.

However, Bucky had some doubts.

Bucky knew that the person in front of him was Roger. At that moment, countless memories flashed through Bucky's mind.

He recalled the days when he and Roger had adventured on the sea together, and those times full of passion and challenges seemed to come back to him.

Bucky's eyes revealed complex emotions, including nostalgia for the past and worry about the current situation.

He knew that Roger's appearance was no accident and must have some important purpose.

But Buggy didn't know that Ace was actually Roger's son.

This secret has been deeply buried in the long river of time and has never been revealed.

Buggy's heart was full of doubts. He didn't understand why Roger would appear here at this time and why he was so concerned about Ace.

His eyes flickered between Roger and Ace, trying to find some clue in their expressions and demeanor.

Looking at the man in front of him, Ace also felt something was strange.

His eyes were full of curiosity and confusion as he stared at the mysterious man.

Ace felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if this man had some special connection with him.

His brows furrowed slightly, trying hard to figure out the source of this feeling.

Ace's eyes are like deep lake water, revealing the exploration and desire for the unknown.

Ace always felt that there was something familiar about the man in front of him. That feeling seemed like a distant call, like a whisper from the depths of his soul.

The familiar feeling was like a breeze blowing gently across his heart, causing him to feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

This feeling of familiarity seems familiar, as if a forgotten story is hidden deep in the memory.

Ace's heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats, and an indescribable emotion spread in his heart.

He frowned slightly and tried hard to recall, trying to find clues related to this man from his memory.

Ace's eyes became a little blurry, his thoughts were like fluttering butterflies, shuttling through the flowers of memory.

He thought back to every journey he had taken, every person he had met, every adventure he had experienced.

However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find any memories directly related to this mysterious man.

Ace's brows furrowed even more tightly, his heart filled with confusion and anxiety.

The atmosphere in the forest was solemn and tense.

The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if telling the mysterious story of this forest.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadows, like the dancing of mysterious runes.

The air around seemed to freeze, making people feel depressed and suffocated.

Ace stared at the mysterious man with a puzzled look, as if trying to find the answer from him.

His eyes were full of exploration and desire, like a traveler lost in the desert, longing to find water.

Ace leaned forward slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

His heart was full of vigilance, but also full of desire for the truth.

His eyes darted back and forth over the mysterious man's body, trying to find some clues from his behavior, expression, and breath to solve the mystery in his heart.

The mysterious man, Roger, stood there quietly, as calm and mysterious as an ancient statue.

His posture was upright, but he had an indescribable sense of fatigue, as if he had experienced the baptism of a long time.

His eyes revealed a complex emotion of relief, guilt, anticipation, and a hint of subtle nervousness.

He looked at Ace with deep and focused eyes, as if he was hesitating about some important decision.