A/N: It's been so long T-T. So sorry you guys, life just got in the way. I haven't forgotten about this fic, I promise! I refuse to let this turn into an abandoned piece. I love this story too much to do that. Also, thank you for over 2.2k views here on :D Crazy stuff. Thank you all for waiting, here's the next chapter!

32. Enslaved

Dod Island, 5:02 PM

On the Beach

Law stepped onto the beach with a slight sense of awe.

The beach was a long stretch of glittering, untouched sand that crunched underfoot as they disembarked from the cruiser. A soft wind from the sea carried a salty breeze to his nose and rustled his hair. There's nothing but clear skies and cumulus clouds above, and calm, lapping waters behind him. Thick greenery crawls out towards them, beckoning the group in with wispy branches. Topped off with tall trees that curled towards the sky, the island seemed more like a resort rather than the home of drug dealers and murderers.

The surgeon narrows his eyes at his surroundings. How misleading.

"Is that vyou, Sabo boy?"

The group turns as a rather flamboyant man- who was dressed in something eerily similar to a stripper's get up with dark lipstick and purple hair- runs towards them at full speed. The attire was questionable, sure, but Law didn't really care all too much about it at this point. He's been at the Going Merry long enough to become desensitized from all the skin shown around him, as strange as that would've sounded just three months prior.

But this man, why did he look familiar?

"Yeah, hey," Sabo greets as the man approaches. The blond turns and faces the others. "Everyone, this is my acquaintance, Ivankov."

The surgeon's eyes widen to the size of plates. Ivankov?

Law gives the Revolutionary a once over. He didn't correlate in any way to the figure he had in his memory. This Ivankov was a lot more colorful, a lot louder, a lot bolder. But then again, he had been working with kids back then. Maybe he had to tone it down? Or maybe he just changed his style. It has been sixteen years. That amount of time could do a lot to a person.

Law knew that first hand.

Sabo nods to Zoro, Sanji, and Marco. "He's the man who'll be working with you guys."

Zoro shrugged and made his way over to their new comrade, with Marco following close behind. The blonde dancer already didn't seem to be the biggest fan of Ivankov, if the crumpled look on his face was anything to go by, but regardless, the four men met to exchange quick pleasantries.

Law stepped forward tentatively as their conversation began to die down. "Ivankov, was it?"

The man blinks a few times, thick lashes waving at him. A realization comes over his features, and it seems as though he has to fight gaping at Law. "Yes, that's vme."

A slight Russian accent. There was no mistaking it- this was the man he met way back then. Zoro, Marco, and Sanji all slink away to give the two privacy as Law comes closer to converse with the Revolutionary.

Once they were a good distance away from the others, Law looks between the man's dark eyes solemnly as he speaks. "This might be a strange question, but do you remember...working on a case called the 'Rocky Port Incident' in the past?"

Ivankov's gaze flickers to Sabo, who stood a little to their left, then back to Law. There's a moment of hesitation, but then the man sighs. "Yes, VI remember that case well."

Law feels his mouth dry a little. "I was one of the kids you saved. Me, and a few of my friends, too." He studies the ground, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. "I just wanted to say thank you. You and the other Revolutionaries on that day helped us out of a really shitty situation."

Ivankov studies him for a long moment. "It's been sixteen years, vyou know."

The surgeon nods, fighting the self-consciousness in his stomach. "I'm aware."

Suddenly, the purpled haired smiles wide. "Then for what it's worth, vyou're welcome, Law."

Shock makes his brows shoot upwards. "How do you know my name..?"

"It's as vyou said, that incident." Ivankov's smile turns sad. "VYou see, when vyou come across something like that, it's real hard to forget the names of those kids."

The surgeon feels something lodge in his throat. "Right."

Ivankov eyes him with a touch of sympathy before he twirls on a heel, heading back to the others. He's only a few feet away when he pauses. "But," he says softly, chancing a glance at the surgeon, "I'm glad vyou grew up okay."

The Revolutionary jogs back to the others before Law could process the words. But when he does, there's a part of his heart that comes back. It's small, yes, but it's his heart nevertheless. It beats quietly in a tiny corner of his chest, allowing him to feel. The exchange was able to give him a little closure from that troubling part of his life back then. But only a little.

He knows exactly what could bring more closure. The surgeon's muscles brim with excitement at the thought of wreaking havoc on a certain blonde.

"Come on, let's head on in," Sabo waves them over to the foliage, wishing to waste no more time. It seems as though he waited for the pair to finish their conversation despite their time constraints, a pretty selfless touch on his part. Law follows the man with haste as he quickly ushers him and Luffy into the forest.

"Good luck, Sabo!" Ivankov waves a gloved hand in the air. "VI'll take great care of these lovely men."

Sanji scowls at the Revolutionary at his side. "God, I don't know if I like where this is going."

The purple haired winks at the blonde with a slow smirk, and Sanji visibly shivers.

Sabo chuckles and waves back. "I leave them to you, Iva!"

And then they're gone, covered by the leaves of the forest.

Nature scratches at Law's face and limbs as he dives headfirst into the unforgiving bushes. The surgeon purses his lips but charges ahead regardless, looking at Luffy's back for guidance. The teen half turned and raised his eyebrows at him. Law mirrored the look. It was a lot to take in. They started with ten. Now they were down to three.

Soon, a path is cleared for them, and they dissolve into an easy but quickened walking pace. The blonde glances at his watch as he practically jogs along. "5:06. We're good on time."

Luffy falls into step beside his brother, not even out of breath. Guess that's the result of years of dancing. "Sabo."

"Huh?"

"Will you be alright? Going off by yourself and all?"

If the older brother was caught off guard by the question, he didn't let it on. He simply smiled and winked at Luffy. "Of course. I've been in many situations like this before."

Law feels a rebuttal on his lips but he swallows it. Experience was a plus in any situation, but it didn't guarantee safety. But he let Sabo comfort Luffy as much as he wanted. It's the least the man could do to soothe the younger's nerves.

The rest of the way there is uneventful. With each passing minute, Law felt himself becoming more and more hyperaware, alert to everything around him, tuning in to even the tiniest of sounds. His body hummed with energy, ready to be released at the slightest threat.

But there's none.

Law needed to steel his nerves. No reason to lose his head before they even find Doflamingo.

It's 5:15 when they arrive at the base.

The surgeon blows out exasperated air as he takes in the structure. "Seriously? Nothing could've said 'someone evil lives here' more than this shit."

Sabo chuckles humorlessly. "Well, at least we know we got the right place."

"Right place?" Luffy takes in the surrounding nature. "Even if we were in the middle of a bustling city, this would've been impossible to miss."

Law felt a headache coming on already. Why Kaido and Doflamingo decided to bar themselves in a structure that looked like the head of a horned demon was anyone's guess. Two hollow holes for eyes stare down at the trio from high above them. Under the stone teeth are a set of relatively large metal doors, a spark of modernization amidst the more dated stone.

"Right inside these doors is where we'll all meet at seven," Sabo says as he edges closer. A rustle comes from the bushes, loud and erratic, and the surgeon is about half a second from pouncing on the intruder when a woman with bronzed skin and long braids emerges and salutes.

"Number Two! You've finally arrived!"

Sabo grins and turns to the voice. "Oh good. You're here for my rundown?"

"You bet!" She jogs over, eyeing Law and Luffy curiously, but doesn't dwindle much on their presence as she joins his side, matching his steps.

"Doflamingo's in his study," she begins, rattling off the information with an outstretched finger. "Working as usual."

She stretches out another finger. "Kaido's in his room. Don't think he'll be coming out for a while, but we can never be too sure with him."

They arrive at the door, searching for a way to get in. There is none. "Right," Sabo agrees, studying the metal. "Any soldiers we should expect ready to jump us on the other side?"

"Nope." The woman stretches out a third finger. "We took care of their guards about ten minutes ago."

Sabo whistles. "Impressive. Thank everyone for their work, would you?"

She tucks a braid behind her ear, dark eyes sparkling. "Of course. Our pleasure."

The blonde nods up at the metal. "I'm assuming you ended up finding that way of entry for us as well?"

"Yeah, we were able to swipe a key. Found it on one of the felled guards," she flashes a row of pearly whites as she digs in a pant pocket for some object. The woman makes a triumphant sound as she pulls out a sleek white ID card. It was pretty small compared to the rest of the door, and there was no keypad nor screen for scanning. The younger voices Law's thoughts for him.

"That's gonna get us in?" Luffy questions, coming closer to peer at the item. "It seems pretty tiny for such a big door."

The woman shoots him a look, holding the card an arm's length away from the teen. "I know what I'm doing, man. I didn't go undercover here just to make mistakes."

"I appreciate your work. You're a lifesaver," Sabo motions for Luffy to back away as she sashays past them. The teen pouts at him but complies.

"Damn right I am," the woman snorts as she makes a complex waving motion at the door with the card. "Been in this business too long not to be."

Law feels his lips curl involuntarily at the words. How feisty.

The metal groans as it pulls apart from one another, disappearing into the walls on either side. Bright light beckons them in, and Sabo takes the lead by entering the premises first, Law and the others following after tentatively. The building on the inside is run down, but more habitable than what the outside let on. They were in an enormous foyer, with a high dirt ceiling and soft soil underfoot. A gymnasium's worth of space separates the front doors from the second set of doors before them, which were decorated with swirling, ornate designs. There's two paths on either side of the enormous entry, both leading down into darkness with no other exit in sight. The doors begin to slowly shut behind them, and the woman rounds to the front to provide further information.

"The right path leads to where Doflamingo is," she nods over to the tall hallway, a hand on her hip. "He's real deep in there. Even took us a hot minute to find exactly where his study is."

"So you'll be leading us there then?" Law ventures, following her gaze.

She turns to him and smiles. "Glad you're catching on. Sabo here, he already knows the layout of this place, so it'll just be me with you two."

Sabo sighs from his gut as he stares up into the giant set of doors. "I know the layout, but it doesn't make my job any easier. Right here is the big meeting room. And according to my intel, Kidd's in there."

Law sees Luffy freeze beside him. "Oh fuck..." the teen murmurs.

"I dunno what to expect, but..." Sabo makes a face. "I hope he's alright."

The surgeon wants to move on from the topic of Kidd. Guy still made his skin crawl. "Let's get a move on, yeah? We really shouldn't waste any more time."

The woman makes an appreciative noise. "I like this one," she notes, a smirk pulling on her lips. "No bullshit. Direct and to the point."

"He's taken," Luffy grabs his arm possessively, narrowing his eyes at the agent. Something about seeing the teen act like this made Law's chest flutter. God, it was almost too good to be true sometimes.

She holds up two hands in defense, smiling wider. "I can see that." Her eyes slide to Law knowingly. "I just appreciate gaining a new comrade with sharp senses, that's all."

They've known her for all of a minute, but the woman had already gauged Law's capabilities and did so with terrifying accuracy. Instead of shying away like strangers in public, she was grinning her ass off, thankful.

The Revolutionaries were something else.

Law studies her thoughtfully. He has a feeling she would be useful to them in the future. "What's your name? I'd hate to go into this without knowing what to call you."

She hums for a moment, pink nails tapping lightly on her chin. "...Bea." Her hand returns to her hip. "Call me Bea."

How interesting. "Law."

The younger purses his lips. "...Luffy."

Sabo nods at the trio. "Alright, let's head out. Remember to keep me updated."

Bea turns for the right hallway. "Follow close now. Most of the workers are down for the count, but there could be some that we missed. Keep a sharp ear and eye out." She starts down the dark area with a light jog, not waiting for an answer from the two men.

Luffy bids his brother goodbye and trails the woman, who was already several yards ahead of them. "Be careful, Sabo!"

Law jogs after the two, but not before he sees the blonde wave back slightly, giving them a reassuring smile. "You too, Luffy!" Then they're further down the hallway, and Sabo's gone.

Almost as soon as they round a bend, Law nearly trips on a body in the dim light.

"Shit," he curses, gathering himself with a few extra steps. He picks up his pace back to what it was before, then throws Bea a questioning look. "You didn't warn us that bodies would be on the floor."

Her shoulders heave with laughter. "I did say we took care of the guards. We couldn't leave them all in the foyer, could we? You all need to meet there at seven, after all."

Luffy mutters something low under his breath, and the surgeon doesn't hear his words, but he has a good idea of what they might be.

There's more fallen soldiers where the first one came from. Law's eyes dart between his feet and Bea's quickly moving back, trying to avoid the heaps of limbs while keeping up with the agent. The halls are wide enough for him to find his way without struggling too much, but the sheer amount of unconscious humans was a sight to behold all by itself.

Smooth dirt curves up each side of the arched hallways, seldom cut by silver tubes and complex wiring. Dimmed lights at precise intervals cast lazy yellow hues on the ground below, coloring their shadows a light gray. Law feels his head throb as they jog down the gloomy paths. The hallways seemed to never end; the constant forks and diverging paths was similar to Sabaody Park. And to top it off, without windows, it seemed as though they were underground. How people were able to operate here on a daily basis without losing their minds a little was a commendable feat. Bea continued on despite this in silence, glancing down at her phone every few minutes, making sure they were making good time.

Apparently they weren't, because she was steadily speeding up.

Luffy jumps over a couple of intertwined bodies, and casts her a questioning glance. "Hey, what gives? We late or something?"

Bea huffs through her mouth. "I just got some great news." Her tone is deadpan, sarcasm dripping off her every word. "His lackey is there, too. Trebol."

Law frowns at that. He did not want to deal with that disgusting snot man.

But. The man did try to end his father's life at Doflamingo's command. Though he failed, thankfully, he shouldered the guilt as well. Not to mention, the man was just gross overall, and a menace to be around. Better to get rid of him now, especially since Doflamingo was there, too. Two birds with one stone.

There's a twisted smile that stretches Law's lips. "Sounds like fun."

The woman turns and arches an amused brow in his direction. "Does it? Most people would be quaking in their boots right now."

"Fortunately, I'm not most people."

Bea makes a sound between a snort and a laugh. "I figured."

The younger casts a worried glance over his shoulder at the surgeon, but he faces forward and charges on without comment.

After a few more minutes of dim halls, the woman stops before a metal door on the right hand side, embedded into the rough dirt. "Here he is."

The surgeon takes in the door. It was a strange juxtaposition against the dirt, even fitted with a keypad and smooth keyhole for entry. "Doflamingo, huh?"

Bea nods. "Yup. Right behind this door."

"We're just going in there then?"

"Not quite." She takes a deep breath, then searches around the premises. "Rice crackers?"

Luffy lifts his brows. "Food?"

A body from the floor starts at the words. "Rice-cracker pellets. We've been waiting."

Law nearly jumps out of his skin as several bodies stand, disguised as the defeated enemy. They discard dirt and debris alike as they stand together, unified by goggles over their eyes and sharp determination on their features.

"Perfect, you guys stayed here," Bea grins, watching her comrades stand one by one. "This should go smoothly."

"They were waiting for us this whole time on the ground?" Law asks disbelievingly.

"Yeah. They laid down in case someone came around these parts," she explains. "No reason to fight them and cause a ruckus right outside Doflamingo's study."

"Guess that's true," Luffy murmurs, giving the door a once-over.

Bea moves to stand beside the other revolutionaries, saluting the pair. "We'll fade into the background and give support, as per Sabo's command." She gestures to the door. "He should be in there. We'll go in after you."

"'After you'?" the younger repeats incredulously. He tentatively touches the cool metal. "How the hell are we supposed to break down a steel door?"

Law reaches behind him and fingers his sword. "Move aside."

The teen and the other revolutionaries step away to give the man room. When Law unsheathes the metal and feels its weight in his hands, he's overcome with a sense of comfort. The sword feels nostalgic, a comforting extension of his own body. He takes a deep breath, lets the energy from his beloved weapon fill his body, and closes his eyes.

Then he opens them and heaves his arms upwards. He brings down Kikoku in two concise slashes, making an 'X' shape on the metal. Law's muscles rejoice in the feeling of cutting something again after so long, blood surging through his veins hot and fast. He shifts his weight to bring up a leg and kick the door inwards with a heel. The thick pieces of metal clatter noisily on the floor inside, revealing bright rays of sun.

Luffy barges in before Law does. The adrenaline must have finally gotten to him, because now, the younger gives off a completely different vibe. More serious, ready to finally confront the pink feathered man. The surgeon is right on his heels, and it feels as though his body is on fire.

The room they entered is bare but relatively big. Stone lines their left, right, and the wall behind them, while wide panes of glass line the ceiling and the wall before them. Red carpet covers the floor beneath their feet, illuminated by the afternoon sunlight from the windows. The dust barely settled before Luffy's snarling at a figure sitting in a chair in the distance, encased in shadows.

"We're here, Doflamingo!" the teen grits, glaring at the blonde.

The man lounges nonchalantly in a cushioned purple chair, smiling wide as if expecting them. Behind him stands Trebol, whose mouth is open wide in glee, signature snot dribbling from his nose. A beaten, bloody man with red hair lays under Doflamingo's feet, faced away from them. Luffy's eyes flash at the familiarity, then fire up even more as they return to the man above him.

The blonde shows no intention of moving from his comfort, but instead grins wider at them. "Let me just make sure...just in case I'm wrong."

Law grips his sword tighter hearing the man's voice. It sent chills down his spine and anger to his gut.

Doflamingo tilts his head toward, almost playfully. "You two...what did you come here for?"

"To kick your ass!" Luffy lifts his chin, looking down at the blonde with fury. There's a resilience behind his words, a declaration, a promise.

"The same here," Law proclaims, narrowing his eyes at the man. Everything in his body itched to bring down Doflamingo. To finally exact revenge, to finally close this awful chapter in his life.

To finally get some closure.

The man before them has the courtesy to look upset behind his signature glasses, yet the disturbing smile doesn't leave his features. "I'm disappointed..."

Mard Harbor, 4:37 PM

Distribution Center

Shachi looked up at the enormous structure called the Distribution Center with dread. He wasn't too sure how the hell they were going to destroy the entire building within the next hour and a half. It was bigger than he had thought, maybe the size of a couple of football fields. How were they supposed to bring something this size down so quickly?

It was then that Kuma pulled out a bazooka and handed him and his friends flamethrowers. The red head swallowed his doubts and took the weapon with wide eyes. Perhaps...it was possible after all.

"Holy shit, this isn't real," he breathes, turning over the hefty gun in his arms.

Kuma stares down at him steadily. "It is. Be careful."

Shachi furrows brows and glances at the bear-like man. "Not that I'm complaining, but weren't you guys against giving us weapons because we were inexperienced or something?"

"The situation has changed." Kuma doesn't spare him any more words as he marches with his soldiers to the front doors, each armed with some sort of weapon.

Penguin whistles as he turns it over, admiring the sleek design. "Damn, a real flamethrower. It's the furthest thing from my mind when I asked if we were getting weapons."

Beside him, Koala laughs aloud. "Yeah well, this is a big job, so we're bringing the big boys. We could've had our heli drop bombs and make our job ten times easier, but the city is close enough for the blast to affect it too, so we reluctantly decided against it."

"...What the fuck?" Bepo gapes at her outright.

"We're the Revolutionary Army," she emphasizes with a shit-eating grin, loving Bepo's shock. "If we don't at least have this, then our name has no weight to it." She eyes them each in turn. "We have a reputation to keep up, you know."

The red headed man contemplates her words. "That's one way of looking at it."

Koala gives him a knowing smirk. "It's one of many. You guys stay right here, I need to talk to Kuma real quick."

As the men watch her go, Penguin elbows Shachi with a smirk. "Dude, she was totally flirting with you."

"What? No," he shakes his head. "Peng, we're about to burn down a building that pretty much belongs to the mafia at this point. How can you even be thinking of things like that? Plus, she wasn't even flirting, man."

"It's Penguin, what do you expect?" Bepo sighs, watching Kuma work at breaking down the front door. When Koala meets up with him, he pauses to speak to her. "We could both be dying and he would still be swooning over the nearest woman."

The dark haired nurse scoffs. "I'm not that bad."

Bepo raises his eyebrows pointedly, but says nothing.

There's a large explosion at the door, and the crowds of soldiers yelp in surprise as the metal crashes inwards. Shachi sees Koala cover her ears and grimace, squeezing her eyes shut against the debris that was kicked up into the air.

When the dust settles, there's shocked murmurs and gasps within the crowd. The medical trio exchange glances before wrestling through the revolutionaries, rushing to see what they were seeing. Upon making it to the front, Shachi feels the air leave his lungs for a bit.

"You've gotta be shitting me," he whispers as a cold trickles down his spine.

"Help...me..."

"Oh god, sunlight..."

"Please, anyone..."

The voices are just a few of many coming from within the premises. Shachi takes in the scene before him in plain disbelief. Swarms of scantily clothed workers with chains around their necks and ankles lug along various pieces of merchandise around the large space. Pallets of boxes and steel shipping containers dot the vast space. The chained workers struggle to walk under the weights of the boxes they carry; several have collapsed from the exertion. A wide second floor wraps around the large warehouse above them, looking down onto the first over a railing. Even more workers bustle about up there, working tirelessly to get their jobs done.

Men and women in dark clothing, obviously Kaido's underlings, were overseeing the operations. They laughed merrily at the workers' pain, yelling obscenities and knocking over boxes for the workers to clean up.

That is, until the doors had burst open.

Everyone had paused and turned to the Revolutionaries in shock. There's a stretch of silence so thick that one could hear a pin drop.

"Jesus," Penguin mutters under his breath, surveying the warehouse. "You didn't tell us shit about any enslaved humans in the place we're supposed to destroy."

"Yeah, no shit," Koala frowns, disturbed. "That's because I had no idea. All I had info on was the workers. Not even Barty said anything about this when he visited. It's possible they are a new addition."

"Or maybe," Kuma begins softly, watching as a man collapses with sympathy. "They've always been here, and are only used for occasions like this."

Shachi's about to ask 'For occasions like what?', but he doesn't. Fill in the blanks, man. For the shipment.

Shachi glances down at his flamethrower with a touch of sadness. "So we won't be needing these, then?"

Koala swallows thickly as she takes in all the gazes on them, especially the ones belonging to the soldiers. They were quickly identifying them as enemies, and were getting more furious by the second. "You will, but not now. We have a new objective. Saving these people from this place takes priority, then we're burning the place to the ground."

She looks up at her partner urgently. "I really need to search for Caesar, so I leave these guys to you, Kuma. I'll make sure to tell Sabo about this."

Kuma slugs his bazooka across his back. "Understood."

"Wait, wait, wait," Bepo glances between them all wildly. "How are we going to-"

"Hey!" a man calls out gruffly, baring teeth as he stomps over to the throng of people at the entrance. "How the fuck did you all get in here?! What the hell is all of this?"

Koala steps forward with an expression so enraged, Shachi's glad he's on the opposite side of the woman.

"That's a good question," she drawls, words sharp enough to cut the thick silence with a knife. Her blue irises darken as she approaches him and surveys the warehouse. "What the hell is all of this?"

The man barks a laugh. "You think you're asking the questions here, missy? You have about three seconds, or-"

He's cut off by Koala's fist in his face, and the distinct sound of a bone cracking fills the air. The woman grunts as her arm hooks and the soldier flies backwards, hitting the solid metal of a shipping container with a cry of pain. He's immediately surrounded by other soldiers to tend to his wounds. More come closer to confront her, cracking knuckles and throwing taunts and insults her way.

"These guys aren't going to listen, are they?" she asks tiredly, face twisting into one of disgust as she shakes off the blood from her right hand.

"No," Kuma responds simply, watching the soldiers before them with a spark of amusement.

Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin watch in awe as Koala casually turns on her heel, leaving the man debilitated behind her. "She literally took him down in one hit..." Bepo marvels. "That's incredible."

"The only other person I've seen do that is Law," Penguin notes quietly, giving the woman a once over. "The Revolutionary Army…they really are the real deal."

Shachi shakes his head slowly. "Remind me to never get on her bad side."

The large man blinks down at the red headed woman. "Go look for Caesar and let Number Two know. We can handle this."

The red headed woman grins. "Thank you, Kuma."

She runs off, weaving through clusters of soldiers and workers alike. Shachi watches her go with a sense of foreboding. What the hell did they just walk into?

"Alright," the bear-like man announces, rolling back his shoulders. He glares down at the soldiers, who have to crane their necks up to get a full look at the tall man. "If you all aren't going to listen to us, then we'll just have to make you."

"You ain't gonna make us do shit, fatso!" a woman screeches.

"Right!" a man agrees. "Think you can just waltz in here and leave unscathed?"

Kuma bends slightly so his head is level with Shachi and the others. His eyes never leave the snarling faces of the soldiers before them. "Are you all prepared?"

It's those words that makes Shachi realize the extent of danger they're in. He stretches his arms and balls his hands into fists. Though he couldn't use the flamethrower quite yet, he had plenty of destructive power just by himself. He shoulders the strap attached to the weapon so that it lies on his back, and grins as the soldiers rush him.

"Hell yeah I am."

A/N: Thank you for your patience! Until the next~

P.S. I may or may not be the revolutionary that meets with Sabo + company. Called Bea for my user maybe? Lmao. I wish I was as cool in the story as I am irl, but instead I am smol and shy.

P.P.S. Anyone catch the pun about Law? I italicized it. Lmao.