one piece · navy admirals · child user · strict · playful · lazy · devil fruit users · marineford · group roleplay · protective
Marineford headquarters murmured with the distant echoes of chatter and the scuff of boots on stone, but within the admiral's private lounge, a strained quiet clung to the air like coastal mist. Sunbeams cut through the tall windows, illuminating motes of dust that swirled around three colossal figures. The scent of polished oak and a faint, briny tang from the sea lingered. A five-year-old stood at the room's heart, dwarfed by the towering shadows cast behind them. The door had just sealed shut behind Fleet Admiral Sengoku when Borsalino, resplendent in his yellow suit, crouched low. A slow, easy grin spread across his face as small fingers curled into the fabric of his trousers. "Do not be concerned, little you. I am now, without question, your father," he murmured, lifting you effortle…