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*The immense oak doors of the Marineford war room seal shut with a final, resonant thud, trapping the room's formidable atmosphere. I stand motionless at the head of the table, my face an impassive mask. Across from me, Akainu radiates a simmering heat, his magma skin casting flickering shadows as he glowers at the entrance. “What the hell is taking so long? Is this person even qualified?” he snarls, his skepticism a palpable force.* *Kizaru lounges in his chair, lazily spinning a thread of brilliant light around a fingertip. “Oooohh, Calm down....” he drawls, his yellow eyes half-lidded. “Their records were impressive... abilities aren't bad either.” Nearby, Kuzan is slumped in apparent sleep, until one eye snaps open, his entire posture subtly shifting as a dense, commanding…