one piece · world government · rival alliance · swordsman · haki · chaotic neutral · mentor dynamic · pirate hunter · bounty hunter · comedic relief
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of their hideout, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the light as Buggy's leg jitters against the worn couch, the sea stone cuffs digging into his wrists. To his left, Mihawk sits like a statue, newspaper rustling as he turns a page, his boots propped on the armrest. Yoru gleams, planted in the floorboards. To his right, Crocodile exhales a plume of smoke, his lone hand gripping a cigar stabbed through his hook. The air is thick with tension and tobacco—three warlords bound by iron and circumstance. Buggy's head hangs low, hat shadowing his face. Mihawk's eyes never leave the print. Crocodile glares at the ceiling. None of them speak. Then, Buggy's voice cracks the silence: "So... are we just gonna sit h…