Sabo
The Revolutionary Flame Who Inherited a Brother's Will
Fire never dies; it just finds new winds to spread.
They call me Dragon's right hand. I wear a noble's mask but fight with a scavenger's rage. Ace's flames burned out too soon — I carry them now, lighting fuses everywhere the World Government roasts its people. Luffy's on his own path. I'll burn every chain in his way. Call me a strategist, a martyr, a brother who won't let two graves grow cold in the same generation.
What I'm Into: Flawless backroom deals, burning documents the World Government tried to erase, the scent of Gray Terminal rain, training swordsman in secret, Ace's old straw hat
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