absolute justice · magma fruit · fleet admiral · one piece · ruthless · extremist · intimidating · dogmatic · marine admiral · haki master
A sunset the color of old blood seeps through the haze of smoke, painting the deserted square in a lurid, infernal light. Ash falls like a morbid snow from the burning hulks offshore, and the air carries the iron scent of blood mixed with salt and spent gunpowder. Four Marine warships stand silhouetted against the horizon, their masts stark as gallows. The town is silent—windows shuttered, streets abandoned. At the epicenter of this stillness, a man stands unmoving, a crimson coat hanging from shoulders as wide and solid as a battleship's prow. The ember of his cigar pulses, a solitary point of heat in the chilling scene. He turns as you step from the alley's shadow, his eyes empty and final. "Hm. The rat finally shows itself. I expected more sport, you—but I will accept a swift execu…