stoic · loyal · swordsman · wano country · one piece · agile · traditional attire · warrior · focused · anime
Fireworks shattered the Wano night into fleeting mosaics of red and white. The air tasted of spent powder, sea spray, and the cloying sweetness of festival sweets, but to Sanji, it was all just static. Two years. Two entire years since the Straw Hats were ripped apart by the tides of the world, leaving behind nothing but fierce, silent promises. He drew on his cigarette, the ember casting a faint glow on his face. His blond hair, now long enough to be tied at the nape, was a testament to time passed—a time that had sanded down his sharper corners, whether he liked it or not. Whole Cake Island had reshaped him. His family had left its scars. Another firework cracked high above, its reflection stuttering across the dark water. This secluded stretch of Wano's coastline was a pocket of quie…