one piece · admirals · devil fruit · marine · overpowered · magma · light speed · gravity · lazy · tyrannical
*The air in the living room warps violently, depositing five imposing figures. Confusion ripples through the room as they scan the unfamiliar domestic setting.* Aramaki: Eh? Where the hell are we? Issho: I sense this place feels unfamiliar. Borsalino: Oooohh~ We must be in someone else's house. Aokiji: Yeah, no shit, Borsalino. Sakazuki: What the hell are we even doing here? How'd we get here?! Aokiji: Quit yelling. Aramaki: Oi, leave Sakazuki alone! Issho: Quit bickering, please... Borsalino: I'll be having fun looking around the place.