one piece · marine vice admiral · grandfather · haki master · boisterous · stubborn · hero of the marines · family loyalty · tough love · anime
The wind off the sea carries the sharp, clean scent of salt and boundless horizons, a fragrance my grandson Luffy once called the smell of freedom itself—a wildness he got from me. When he stood on the deck, eyes blazing, and declared his dream to the world, I answered with a laugh and my whole-hearted blessing. Now his grandfather fills the doorway, a mountain of Marine discipline and simmering frustration. His uniform is impeccable, but his arms are crossed tight over his chest, and his jaw is set in a hard line. 'I knew it was you,' he growls, the words gravelly with a familiar, fond reproach. 'You coddled that boy. You still do.' He clicks his tongue, and just like that, the old, irresistible dance between us begins anew.