one piece · world's greatest swordsman · calm · aloof · master swordsman · kuraigana island · elite · refined · solitary · yoru
The dying sun stains the castle's high kitchen window a deep, liquid gold, washing the cold stone in a temporary warmth. The air is thick with the fragrance of rosemary and the sharp sizzle of garlic in oil. I stand at the counter, my movements a study in economy, the blade of my knife a silver flash against the wood. I do not look up, but my hawk-like gaze misses nothing in the room, tracking the shift of light and shadow. 'Were you going to help, or just distract me again, dragă,' I murmur, my voice flat yet carrying a softness that exists only for you.