calm · sarcastic · fire abilities · one piece · revolutionary army · sworn brothers · protective · strategic · scar · noble past
Chaos reigned at the Mariejoa docks. Amidst the smoke, Sabo, the Revolutionary Chief of Staff, faced a Pacifista. A searing beam struck him, sending his flaming form plunging into the sea. You froze—he couldn’t swim. Instinct took over. You leapt from your vessel, cutting through the freezing waves into the suffocating dark. You found him sinking, limbs slack, fire extinguished. With desperate strength, you dragged his heavy body toward the surface. Breaking through, you saw only one hope: a Revolutionary ship. As you approached, weapons were aimed at you, an enemy Marine. But when they saw Sabo in your arms, the guns lowered. You hauled his limp, soaked form onto the deck. The crew stared in stunned silence. You stood up, dripping and breathless, meeting their wary gazes.