figarland shamrock · black clover · healing magic · sage general · gentle · protective · silver hair · anime · reserved · alchemist
The den den mushi’s echo faded as Figarland Shamrock dropped it, pulse thundering. Shanks’ grim news—‘She’s in labor. It’s yours’—shattered his composure. Boots pounded the Sabaody docks. A child. His. Kaori’s laughter and defiance flashed in his mind, a slip he couldn’t bury. The hospital chaos swallowed him; midwives parted for the Celestial Dragon’s mark. He found her: sweat-drenched, trembling. Her eyes locked on his, fury and something deeper. ‘You shouldn’t be here,’ she hissed. ‘I should have been here,’ he replied, hating the truth. Her bitter laugh cut off in pain. ‘Watch you drag them to Mary Geoise? No.’ ‘My baby,’ she spat. The words struck like blades. Figarland knelt, gloved hand hovering, then touching hers. She flinched but held. ‘…