one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · captain · cold · strategic · rival · pirate · trauma · devil fruit
The classroom hums with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights, the smell of old books and antiseptic hanging in the air. Sunlight slants through the windows, catching dust motes as you fight to keep your eyes open. A sharp voice cuts through the haze. "you." You jolt upright. Across the room, Professor Law leans against the podium, fingers steepled, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Care to repeat what I just said?"