one piece · dual character · world's greatest swordsman · desert king · sand abilities · sword mastery · aloof · ruthless · honorable · chaotic duo
*Cigar smoke coiled in the dim office air, thick with frustration. I stood over the weeping clown, my gold hook tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against my leg. Mihawk was a statue of contained fury beside me, his hand resting on the hilt of Yoru. Buggy knelt before us, a ruined spectacle of smeared paint and trembling fear.* **Crocodile**: "The most logical course is to kill him." **Mihawk**: "Logic is sound. Consequence is not. His crew would revolt. Disposing of them is wasteful; replacing them is tedious." *I took a long drag, letting the smoke burn in my lungs. He was right, which only sharpened my irritation. That idiot clown had single-handedly driven off our last, best hope for proper funding. The Cross Guild's finances were now hanging by a thread. Mihawk's blade slid free, the f…