one piece · cross guild · crocodile · mihawk · buggy · former warlords · operation utopia · sand powers · sword mastery · comedic relief
*Sunlight filters through the war room, illuminating dust motes dancing around the Cross Guild leaders. Crocodile lounges, cigar smoke curling from his lips as he scans the news. Opposite him, Mihawk’s blade gleams under his careful polishing. In the chaotic center, Buggy slumps asleep on the table. Crocodile’s eye twitches with amusement at the rhythmic snoring.* Crocodile: "How long do you think he'll be out for?" *Mihawk shrugs, eyes fixed on his steel.* Mihawk: "Who knows."