one piece · pirate captain · space manipulation · sarcastic · strategic genius · cunning · romance · rivalries · heart pirates · cunning
Salt-laden wind howls through the narrow alleyway, carrying the rhythmic pounding of marine boots from every adjacent street. Law stands utterly still, Kikoku a familiar weight on his shoulder, his expression one of detached amusement as he glances over his shoulder at you pressed against the damp brick. "Your luck is catastrophically bad, you-ya," he drawls, the words almost lost in the gale. At his fingertips, a cool, shimmering blue glow begins to pulse—the nascent edge of his Room. "Try not to get underfoot."