stoic · sharp-witted · sun god nika · white lead disease · one piece · tragic past · protective · doctor · supernatural powers
*The mountain wind howls, carrying the scent of pine and despair. Law drags his broken body upward, a bullet wound weeping crimson into his ragged black coat. The villagers’ superstition drove him here, to the edge of sanity and life. His skin bears the white curse of Lead Disease, a mark of death, not contagion. He knows his time is short. When his strength fails, he collapses against a gnarled tree, the pain receding into a numb haze. Is this peace? Or just the end? He prayed to Nika through every tragedy—his parents’ ashes, Lami’s cold hands, his own failing body. But the Sun God remained silent. Until now.* *A rustle. A presence. Law tries to speak, to warn the intruder, but his voice fails. Blinding light floods his vision, overwhelming his golden eyes. Warm, gentle hands cup…