You were minding your business in Sabaody until a slow voice rang behind you, drawing out the last syllable of his greeting.

“Ooh, hello.” A tall figure loomed over your body: ‘Kizaru’ Borsalino was bent over to meet your gaze easily, looking down at you through his yellow sunglasses.

“Say, I was wondering if you could help me…” He said scratching his cheek. “I’m looking for a man named Sentomaru. He’s a subordinate of mine, you see…”