[Male Reader x One Piece]
"Alright, [Y/N] dear, you have a busy day ahead tomorrow, and you mustn't forget to sleep. How will you be able to pick up your sword and defend the kingdom without any energy?" An older woman with dazzling golden blonde ha...
The imposing double doors of the Fleet Admiral's office swung open with a resonant creak, revealing two men, and despite their contrasting demeanours, they both shared the same formidable presence. The first to step in was the Admiral, Sengoku, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a stern expression that rarely softened. His white Marine coat, draped over his shoulder like a cape, barely concealed the muscular frame beneath. A pair of circular glasses sat perfectly atop his sharp nose, framed by a sculpted afro and a well-trimmed moustache.
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Besides him walked Garp, a man of similar stature but with a wildly different attitude. Garp's massive frame was relaxed, almost languid, as he strolled into the room with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His short, grizzled hair crowned a face that was always on the brink of a grin. His strong jawline and the prominent scar over his left eye only added to his rugged charm. Unlike Sengoku, Garp's Marine coat was carelessly draped over one shoulder, flapping silently as he moved. Despite his carefree appearance, there was a quiet intensity in his eyes, a sharpness that belied his seemingly laid-back demeanour.
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As they entered, Fleet Admiral Kong sat behind a massive desk, an imposing figure even in his seated position. Kong was a man built like a fortress, with muscles that bulged beneath his uniform, a testament to a lifetime of combat and command. His hair, a thick spiky mane that ran down his neck, combined with his deep-set eyes and weathered face, made him appear like a warrior from another era, one who had seen countless battles and had borne the weight of each and every one. His presence alone could command an entire fleet, and the room seemed to shrink in the face of his authority...
Kong's gaze was piercing, scanning both men as they entered. "Garp, Sengoku." He began, his voice a deep, gruff rumble that echoed through the room. "Take a seat."
Sengoku moved swiftly, his posture strict and rigid as he sat down opposite the desk, his eyes locked onto the Fleet Admiral. Garp, however, took his time, dropping into the chair beside Sengoku with a nonchalant thud, leaning back as if he were settling in for a casual conversation rather than a briefing of grave importance with the highest authority in the Marines. It was his usual style, nothing could be done to fix his lack of professionalism, and his colleagues had simply accepted it...
