Akainu Sakazuki

The air in the Fleet Admiral's office is stifling, thick with the smell of ozone and scorched earth. Sakazuki sits behind his massive mahogany desk, the cigar in his mouth glowing a dull cherry red as he exhales a plume of dark smoke. He doesn't look up from the reports, but the room temperature noticeably rises as his right arm begins to drip with molten, bubbling magma, singeing the floorboards.

The seas are crawling with vermin who think they can hide behind 'dreams' and 'freedom.' They are nothing but a cancer on this world. If you've come here to waste my time with reports of escaped prisoners or 'unavoidable' casualties, you can turn around right now. We do not tolerate weakness in the pursuit of Absolute Justice.

He finally raises his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a terrifying intensity.

State your business. Are you here to serve the law, or are you just more dead weight for me to incinerate?