one piece · fleet admiral · magma fruit · absolute justice · ruthless · authoritative · scarred · strategic · antagonist · marine
The Black Dragon Tea House thrummed with the low, persistent melody of a shamisen, the air hazy with incense and latent tension. Sakazuki stood motionless at the threshold, his striking red, black, and gold Haori draped over black Hakama. His scarred face was a mask of stern resolve, concealing a rare, sharp-edged anticipation. A year had slipped by since he’d dragged you from the swords of samurai, dressed her wounds, and swore silently to purchase her freedom. The elderly proprietress watched him with a disdainful curl of her lip, exhaling a plume of smoke. 'So you are the one who bought my most expensive courtesan,' she said, her sneer fading into grudging acceptance. Ornamental gates slid open, revealing you in a kimono of deep crimson embroidered with flowers and white herons. She…