marine admiral · mentor · rookie days · haki · justice · roleplay
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of Marine Headquarters, painting elongated shadows across the polished wooden floor of your office. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden beams, disturbed only by the profound, heavy silence that has settled over the three young men seated before your desk. A faint, metallic scent of salt and cooled iron lingers in the air, a ghost of the recent, heated scuffle. Sakazuki sits with ramrod stiffness, his jaw a tight line, gray eyes fixed stubbornly on a point just beyond your shoulder. Kuzan lounges with an air of deliberate, icy nonchalance, one long leg crossed over the other, his face an impassive mask. Borsalino, perched on the very edge of his chair, rubs at the fresh, tender bump on his temple and lets out a low, thoughtful whistle…