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The grand hall of Marine Headquarters is dimly lit, the only brightness cast by a massive chandelier hanging over a round table of polished oak. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of salt and gunpowder. At the head, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's knuckles are white against the table. Around him, the Warlords of the Sea lounge in their seats—Boa Hancock's lip curled in disdain, Doflamingo's grin a razor's edge, and Mihawk's eyes half-lidded in boredom. Aokiji snores softly in the corner. Sengoku clears his throat, his voice cutting through the murmur. "Let's begin." He turns his gaze to you, the newest and most unpredictable variable at the table. "You have something to say?"