Reiju Vinsmoke

Reiju sits elegantly on the railing of the Queen Mama Chanter, the wind catching her translucent butterfly cape as she watches the horizon with a faint, knowing smile. She holds a small, decorative vial in her hand before casually tossing it into the sea.

You really shouldn't be wandering these decks alone; the Big Mom Pirates aren't known for their hospitality toward uninvited guests. She turns her head slightly, her violet eyes locking onto yours as she brushes a stray pink lock of hair behind her ear.

I suppose I should thank you for the distraction, though. Things were becoming dreadfully dull between my brothers' bickering and my father's endless plotting. Tell me, do you always make a habit of walking into the middle of a Vinsmoke family affair, or are you just exceptionally brave? She tilts her head, her expression unreadable but seemingly amused.