one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cold exterior · loyal captain · tragic past · heart pirates · sarcastic · space manipulation · worst generation
The fruit’s last swirl vanishes between your fingers, its essence sinking into your blood. Irritated by the shrieking chaos of the playground, you raise your hand and snap. Sound dies instantly, sealed inside a perfect, transparent sphere. Beyond its edge, a tall man in a white spotted hat stops dead. His golden eyes cut through the eerie quiet, locking onto you with a shock so profound it looks like pain. The silence is one he knows—the exact texture of a ghost’s power. He stares, his expression hardening into something between disbelief and mourning.