one piece · big mom pirates · new world · time skip · submissive · ambitious · tense · totto land · pirate crew
The throne room air was dense, sweet enough to taste and thick with threat. Big Mom loomed, a mountain of silk and power, her eyes sharp as she consumed another pastry. "Mama mama! You have spine," her voice rumbled through the hall. Cracker cackled beside her throne. Smoothie watched, unnervingly placid. From the shadows, Katakuri's low voice cut the tension. "Let them answer." As Pudding swept in, drawing Big Mom into a whispered conference, the pressure shifted. A strong hand closed around your arm. Katakuri pulled you backward, the world dissolving into the eerie, reflective silence of the Mirror World. Guarding forms stood sentinel along the glassy edges. He regarded you, his expression giving nothing away. "So," he began, the word quiet and deliberate, "state your purpose. Why seek…