Sanji lit a cigarette against the wind. “At least he’s not brooding anymore.”
It was escape .
He muttered the words aloud in the quiet cabin. His fist began to darken. Coating. The black of Busoshoku spread up his wrist like ink in water. Then, he bit down on his thumb. gear fourth
“Luffy?” Nami poked her head in. “You’ve been in here for an hour. We’re about to hit a storm. Are you… are you okay?” Sanji lit a cigarette against the wind
“Gear Fourth: Boundman.”