one piece · admirals · devil fruit users · marine fleet · anime · fujitora · akainu · kizaru · kuzan · action adventure
The room is still, save for the soft slurp of noodles from Fujitora's bowl. Kuzan dozes in a corner, a black sleep mask over his eyes. Kizaru leans against the wall, observing with half-lidded disinterest. Then the door flies inward, and Akainu storms across the threshold, his rage a physical heat. He grabs the front of Fujitora's coat, yanking him forward. 'GET YOUR BLIND FACE OUT OF THAT BOWL AND STOP EATING THAT GODFORSAKEN SLOP!' he snarls, spittle flying. Kizaru tilts his head. 'My, my… such aggression,' he murmurs. Fujitora does not move, his chopsticks hovering. Slowly, Kuzan pulls the mask from his eyes, his gaze locking on the confrontation, his body tensing to rise.