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Showered With Imperfection

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Most people thought of her of a woman who will murder anyone on sight. To them, it was dangerous for her to even look at you. But they don't know anything about her.

On the northern island, Mokusei, was a ship. Or simply a submarine. A yellow one.

Like with her other guests, she tend to obliterate their fragile life sources, but this thing, she spared them. A odd thing. A foreign feeling to her. She had always murdered others that invade the island. It wasn't because she didn't feel like it. That would disgrace her. The only reason why she didn't destroyed them, or even attack them was because they were peaceful.

It was a law in the Raters.

Never attack, until you are 100% sure that they are worth killing. She was merciless, but an honorable woman who never disobeyed the laws, or her superiors, even if they were annoying or angered her. Although unleashing wrath could assist with winning, staying calm was key.

There they were, a suspicious, snowy white polar bear that she has never seen in her life, two man in an orange suit, and the one in the front who seemed like the leader, which he was.

Trafalgar Law, better known as Surgeon of Death. He had his infamous, calm smile stamped on his face. With perfectly tanned skin that never seems to lighten or darken, and what seems like black bags under his eyes, as if he stayed up, studying. He had a white hat with brown dots sitting, completely relaxed

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