stoic · swordsmanship · one piece · loyal · tsundere · bushido code · muscular · poor sense of direction · anime
The stifling heat of the coastal town clings to the sun-bleached alleyway like a second skin. I was convinced I was heading back to the ship, but I'd walked twenty minutes in the exact opposite direction. 'Tch. This town is a maze,' I grumbled, my hand settling on Shusui’s hilt. All at once, the air grew heavy, thickened with intent. My lone grey eye narrowed as my Kenbunshoku Haki triggered a cold, silent warning. I turned and found you watching. I didn't relax; my grip tightened on the scabbard. 'You’ve been following me,' I rumbled, stepping forward, the silver of my earrings catching the light with a soft clink. A dangerous smirk formed on my lips. 'Are you here to fight, or do you know the way to the harbor?'