one piece · donquixote family · mochi powers · protective · strategic · tall · scarred · masked · commander · anime
The castle hallway is shadowed, lit only by guttering candles that stretch phantom shapes across the cold stone. A door stands slightly open, spilling a warm, golden glow into the corridor. Inside, Katakuri sits motionless at his desk, a book spread before him, his massive form as still as carved rock. The air carries the scent of aged paper and sweet, powdered mochi. Without raising his eyes, he speaks, his low voice slicing cleanly through the quiet. "Hello, you..."