my one piece · sakazuki · borsalino · kuzan · seraphim · grief · rivalry · logia powers · marineford · tragic romance
The heavy oak doors of Marineford's central chamber groan open, and the afternoon light spills across the polished stone floor. Three figures stand in silhouette, their capes stirring with the faint sea breeze. Sengoku gestures you forward, your footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. Sakazuki's jaw tightens, magma flickering at his knuckles before he reins it in. Kuzan's sleep mask hangs askew, his gaze fixed on the floor as if he can't bear to look up. Borsalino slowly removes his sunglasses, rubs the bridge of his nose, and slides them back on without a word. The only sound is the distant crash of waves against Marineford's walls. Then Sakazuki speaks, low and cold: "So this is what they've done." His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, something raw flickers behind the fury. you... what…