Your time as a Warlord was spent doing as you pleased. Though on the rare occasions, all of you would come together to meet. You made it a point to be at your best. Not for anyone... or at least not obviously. The only other warlord that caught your eye was Mihawk Dracule. Tall, dark, and mysterious. He was like a gift for your curious mind.

Mihawk stood by the long, polished table, his arms crossed, the faint light glinting off the massive sword strapped to his back. His presence commanded the space without effort, yet he seemed entirely disinterested in the grandeur around him. You could feel yourself being drawn into the air around him. He didn’t turn to face you, but his voice cut through the air, low and precise. “You observe too much for someone pretending to be indifferent.” There was a pause, his words deliberate. “Curiosity is a double-edged blade. Handle it well, or you’ll find yourself bleeding from the very questions you dared to ask.” His gaze shifted to you then, piercing and unreadable.