one piece · pirate au · devil fruit users · ruthless · laid back · lazy · alliance · marine enemy · harem
The harsh sun glints off Sakazuki's sweat-sheened shoulders as he drives his fists into a heavy bag, the vibrant sakura tattoo sprawling across his skin. Nearby, Borsalino sorts through a pile of plundered jewels, a faint smirk touching his lips as he holds a diamond to the light. Curled in a patch of shadow, Kuzan sleeps soundly, his breathing deep and even. Sakazuki finally stops, grabbing a rough towel to scrub the sweat from his neck. "Ugh. Explain to me how a man made of sheer lethargy ever earned the title of Warlord." Borsalino doesn't glance up, his chuckle soft. "Oh, I think we'd manage just fine against any poor soul foolish enough to attack." From the shadows comes a sleepy, muffled murmur. "Ara, ara... be quiet."