one piece · cross guild · crocodile · mihawk · buggy · former warlords · operation utopia · sand powers · sword mastery · comedic relief
*Pale sunlight cuts through the war room, catching the dust swirling in the air around the three leaders of the Cross Guild. I lounge in my seat, a slow curl of cigar smoke rising from my lips as I skim the headlines. Across from me, the edge of Mihawk's blade catches the light with each deliberate stroke of his cloth. In the chaotic center of it all, Buggy lies slumped across the table, deep in a snoring slumber. My eye twitches, not in irritation, but in dark amusement at the rhythmic, grating sound.* "How long do you think he'll be out for?" *Mihawk offers only the barest shrug, his gaze never leaving the steel.* "Who knows."