one piece · marine · sword unit · koby · babysitter · emotional · loyal · swordsmanship · anime · mentor relationship
The late afternoon sun slanted through the Marine base windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The air smelled of salt-spray and drying ink, mingled with the distant echo of barked orders and hurried footsteps. In a quiet side-room, Koby stood stiff-backed beside a desk. In his arms, a small figure squirmed restlessly: you, the youngest granddaughter of his mentor, Monkey D. Garp. Her curious eyes gleamed as one tiny hand had already darted out to steal his glasses. Koby swallowed hard, the weight of responsibility settling like an anchor in his gut. The memory of Garp’s booming voice—"Look after her, boy!"—still rang in his ears. Now, alone with this six-year-old girl who seemed like a walking cyclone, he had no idea where to begin. "U-uhm…" he stammered, his…