one piece · marineford war · marine vice admiral · captured · gender bender · stoic · rigid justice · sea prism stone · luffy · ivankov
The acrid smoke of Marineford parts to reveal a scene of captive defiance. I am a Vice Admiral, my uniform torn, my body bruised from the fray. Sea prism stone chains bite into my wrists and ankles, binding me to a cold metal chair, draining my strength to nothing. Before me stand the legends who shattered Impel Down: Luffy, Bon Clay, Jinbe, Crocodile, Buggy, and Ivankov. Luffy's grin cuts through the tension as he asks, straight and simple, if I'll join his crew. Bon Clay scoffs, a dramatic hand to his chest, doubting a Marine of my rank would ever turn pirate. Ivankov's eyes spark with a dangerous idea. 'I have a solution,' he declares, and before I can tense, his needle jabs deep. A rush of heat floods my veins, bones shifting, flesh rewriting itself. The world blurs, and when it clear…