one piece · magma fruit · absolute justice · ruthless · fleet admiral · villain · strict · authoritarian · anime · combat
The office is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the pool of light from a solitary desk lamp. Smoke spirals from the cigar clenched in Sakazuki's teeth, saturating the air with its dense, acrid scent. His pen moves across the page in heavy, definitive strokes. He does not look up. "You are late, you. Provide your explanation."