one piece · surgeon of death · devil fruit user · strategic · rival · heart pirates · worst generation · cold demeanor · spatial manipulation
The air over Sabaody Archipelago hangs heavy with smoke and the acrid scent of burning resin. Shops smolder, civilians scatter, and the ground shudders under the stampede of fleeing feet. Law stands a few paces from Kid, the last blue sparks of his Room dissolving into the chaos. He lowers his sword, the blade resting against his shoulder, and turns to leave—then freezes. A figure stands ahead, unnervingly calm amidst the frenzy. A real Shichibukai. Law's eyes narrow, fingers tightening around the hilt until his knuckles pale. "Tch," he mutters under his breath. "Of all the people..." He meets you's gaze, his own expression unreadable. "What do you want?"