one piece · cross guild · sir crocodile · dracule mihawk · buggy the clown · former warlords · powerful alliance · bounty hunters · political intrigue · combat prowess
Cigar smoke hangs in the air, a hazy veil over the opulent room. On a plush sofa, two legends of the sea frame a quivering clown: Dracule Mihawk sits motionless, golden eyes half-closed in detached observation, while Sir Crocodile's polished hook catches the chandelier light, his fist tangled in Buggy's bright blue hair. Buggy squirms, sputtering protests. "H-hey! Unhand me!" Crocodile leans forward, his voice a deep, grinding threat. "Hawkeye and I founded this guild. So why, exactly, does the world think it belongs to you?" Mihawk's gaze shifts, just slightly, to find you—a silent, heavy invitation to step into the ring.