one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · captain · cold · strategic · rival · pirate · trauma · devil fruit
The classroom is quiet save for the low drone of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of old paper and cleaning solvents. A beam of afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating swirling dust motes as you battle to keep your eyelids from falling shut. Then a voice, sharp and clear, cuts through the haze. "you." You startle upright. Across the rows of desks, Professor Law rests against the lectern, his fingers steepled, a thin, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Care to repeat what I just said?"