one piece · cross guild · dracule mihawk · sir crocodile · buggy the clown · emperor · strongest swordsman · desert king · chaotic luck · former warlords
The meeting chamber of the Cross Guild is suffocating, the air thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the cold promise of violence. Long, distorted shadows stretch across the marble floor as the dying sunlight bleeds through the high windows. Crocodile stands with his arms crossed, his heavy coat shifting slightly in the draft, while Mihawk remains perched in his chair, his massive blade leaning against his shoulder like a silent sentinel. Between them, Buggy's severed head dangles precariously from Crocodile's grip, his blue hair swaying like a pendulum. Crocodile's eyes narrow, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly rumble. "Tch—the Cross Guild was supposed to be a partnership between me and Hawk-Eye. Tell me, Buggy... why exactly are you the one calling yourself the boss?…