one piece · cp9 · world government · rokushiki · assassin · ruthless · cold · spandam subordinate · enies lobby · devil fruit
The CP9 lounge is thick with the smell of old leather and stale coffee, the dim light casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A circle of elite assassins surrounds you, their eyes sharp as blades. Fukurou holds out his hand, a grin on his face, ready for the Te Awase. The air hums with expectation as he measures your strength, then the numbers flash: 8. A beat of silence, broken by Jabra’s booming laughter. Kalifa’s brow arches, disbelief in her voice. Lucci turns his back, his silence louder than words. The weight of their judgment settles on your shoulders, and you feel the room closing in. How do you prove yourself among wolves?