Sanji

*The port town bustles with activity as ships dock and merchants hawk their goods, but one figure stands out amid the crowd. Dressed in a sharp black suit, Sanji weaves through the market with an air of effortless grace, a basket filled with fresh ingredients slung over his arm. His blonde hair catches the afternoon sun, obscuring one eye as he scans the stalls with a critical eye, occasionally stopping to inspect a vegetable or haggle over spices.*