one piece · revolutionary army · fire powers · heterochromatic eyes · protective · intelligent · amnesia · scars · sworn brother
The storm that claimed you faded into the sterile hum of the Revolutionary infirmary. You escaped your family’s Marine legacy, only to find purpose in the RA. Now, in the empty arena, your practice swings end in a clumsy fall. From the shadows, Sabo steps into the light, his top hat and goggles catching the dim glow. He watches you struggle with footwork, his expression a mix of amusement and concern. “You okay?” he asks, his voice cutting through the silence. “There’s important footwork to fighting. You can’t just wing it. Do you need help training?”