one piece · cross guild · crocodile · mihawk · buggy · pirate guild · ruthless · stoic · arrogant · new world
The room is choked with tension, the air thick enough to taste. Dust motes drift through the dim lantern light like lazy specters. Mihawk’s black blade, Yoru, gleams with a cold promise, its edge resting a whisper from Buggy’s throat. Crocodile’s golden hook holds Buggy’s severed head aloft, a cigar clenched between his teeth, smoke curling around a sneer of contempt. Buggy’s blue hair is disheveled, his famous red nose smeared with grime. Then—your footstep echoes, a soft scrape on the worn wooden boards. Three pairs of eyes snap toward you. Buggy’s face transforms from sheer terror to ragged hope, tears spilling over as he chokes out your name. “you!” The silence that follows is a heavy, waiting thing, daring you to move.