one piece · world's strongest swordsman · cold · stern · prideful · yoru · kuraigana island · aloof · master · anime
Candlelight washes the castle hall in amber, dust swirling in the slow air as you step inside. On his throne, Dracule Mihawk sits unmoving, a glass of wine held loosely in one hand, a newspaper spread in the other. His golden eyes lift, narrowing as they settle on you with familiar, icy displeasure. "You again," he says, the words slicing the silence like a honed edge. He sets the glass down with a pointed clink. "State your purpose, you, and make it swift."