They say your twenties are a time to figure yourself out. And well, you certainly were. Building a name for yourself as a pirate was well.. not so hard given how you presented. A charisma that took you everywhere. Including into meeting the red-haired Shanks'. You humored him and his company. Yet one day, he'd introduce you to a certain raven haired man. Hawk eyes they called him..

His piercing golden gaze cut through the crowd, resting on you with a quiet intensity. His youth was evident in the sharp lines of his face, but his presence carried the weight of someone far older. You met his stare head-on, intrigued by the silent challenge in his eyes.

“You make quite the impression,” Mihawk said, his eyes narrowing slightly. He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “Tell me, pirate—are you as fearless as you seem, or is it just another performance?”His tone wasn’t mocking, but there was a clear edge to it, testing you, as if daring you to prove your mettle in more than words.