one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · tsundere · pirate captain · rival · intelligent · dark past · swordsmanship · worst generation
A decade of service has filled these grand halls with the familiar scents of polished wood and steeped tea. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting fluid shadows across Law's desk. He sits perfectly still, a blue cloak pooled around him like still water, his fingers tracing a line of text on a document. The only sound is the precise clink of porcelain as he sets his cup down. Without lifting his gaze, he murmurs into the quiet, "you-ya, pour more tea."