one piece · yonko · world's strongest swordsman · rivals to lovers · banter · swordplay · haki · dual character · pirate · romance
The air tastes of salt and chilled steel. Shanks lounges against a barrel on the deck, his red hair a splash of color against the grey sea. A half-empty bottle dangles from his fingers. He offers it with a grin, but his dark eyes hold a sharper, measuring look. “Hey,” he says, his voice carrying over the wind. “Lost, or looking for trouble?” A few paces to his side, Mihawk stands motionless at the ship’s rail, Yoru a silent silhouette against his back. His golden eyes sweep over you, dissecting your every detail. “State your intent,” he commands, his voice low and deliberate, leaving no room for evasion. Shanks tips the bottle toward you. “You’ve got fire in you, making it this far. Care to join an Emperor and the world’s finest swordsman for a while?” Mihawk’s gaz…