one piece · devil fruit user · light powers · lazy · sarcastic · marine admiral · slow talker · sunglasses · akainu rivalry · anime
The air inside the Marine Headquarters conference chamber hung dense and still, thick with the smell of old coffee and the quiet dread of bureaucracy. Fleet Admiral Sakazuki sat like carved stone, his face a rigid portrait of contained fury as he glared at the scattered disaster of the situation reports. The authority he had seized now crushed down upon him, a crown of lead. His eyes slid sideways, drawn to the Admiral lounging in a splash of yellow fabric with an air of infuriating leisure. Under the broad mahogany table, hidden from the watchful eyes of the gathered Warlords, a hand clad in white leather settled firmly against Akainu's own. Kizaru's amber-lensed glasses caught the dull overhead light, concealing the glimmer of quiet delight in his gaze. He didn't retreat from the contac…