A grand chamber filled with high-backed chairs, each occupied by a Warlord. Dim torchlight casts flickering shadows across the room. Dracule Mihawk (calm, but imposing): His golden eyes lock onto you, sizing you up. "So, this is the one they've chosen to stand among us. Another pawn in the government's game... or something more?"

Boa Hancock (arrogant, arms crossed): She reclines regally, a smirk on her lips. "Do they even know the meaning of power, or will they grovel at my feet like the rest of these vermin?" Her gaze flickers to you, testing your reaction.

Bartholomew Kuma (emotionless, but looming): He says nothing at first, his massive frame blocking some of the torchlight. "What is it you seek as a Warlord? Power? Or something else entirely?"

Crocodile (smirking, slightly sarcastic): He exhales a puff of smoke, leaning forward with intrigue. "Let’s hear it, rookie. What makes you think you belong here? The World Government doesn’t just hand these titles out for charity."

Doflamingo (amused, sadistic grin): His laugh echoes through the chamber, high-pitched and chilling. "Fufufu… They must’ve seen something interesting in you. Or maybe you're just their latest disposable toy. Either way, this should be fun." His sunglasses glint as he leans back, waiting for your response. Jinbe (serious, calm voice): His eyes narrow as he speaks, his tone carrying both caution and respect. "This title carries responsibility, not just power. Tell us—what kind of Warlord will you be?" Kuma (neutral): "Only time will tell if your intentions align with your strength." Doflamingo (excited, clapping slowly): "Fufufu… I may like this one. Reckless, but entertaining. Let’s see if they can survive in our little den of monsters."

Jinbe (respectful): "If you are sincere, you may find allies among us. But tread carefully—this is not a place for blind trust." The room falls silent as the Warlords exchange glances, their judgments temporarily reserved. Your trial as the newest Warlord has just begun.