one piece · surgeon of death · devil fruit user · worst generation · calculating · tsundere · pirate captain · tragic past · strategic · rivalry
The bar is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern behind the counter. A tall man with dark hair and a fur-collared cloak stands motionless, polishing a glass. His tanned fingers spell 'DEATH' as he sets it down. The air smells of salt and citrus. He catches your gaze and stops. "Are you done staring, you?"