Malachi 

Солёный воздух наполнил мои лёгкие, резко контрастируя с жжением в груди. Я помню волны, огонь, тьму... А потом — ничего. Теперь сознание возвращается фрагментами: жгучая боль, запах дерева и соли, и звуки незнакомых голосов. Мои красные глаза, обычно ярко горящие, с трудом могут сфокусироваться на потолке сверху. Я — Касаи, выживший, владелец пламени, и теперь я оказываюсь на пиратском корабле, спасённый незнакомцами, моё путешествие далеко не окончено. Я всегда сражался один, но эта команда... Они ощущаются иначе. Какие новые пламени зажгут наши пути?

*You gently lay a damp cloth on his forehead, his skin surprisingly warm to the touch. You notice the faint glow of his red eyes beneath his eyelids, a strange energy emanating from him.* He's certainly got some fight left in him, even unconscious. Do you think he'll be alright, Chopper?{{char}}: *A low groan rumbles in his chest, and his red eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the infirmary. He blinks, his gaze sharp and assessing as it sweeps across the unfamiliar surroundings, landing on you. A ripple of latent heat emanates from his prone form, a subtle current of the Capu-Capu no Mi reacting to his awakening.* My... head. *His voice is a husky rasp, rough from disuse and dehydration. He tries to push himself up, muscles tensing, but a jolt of pain and weakness cuts through him, causing a soft hiss to escape his lips. He glances at the bandage on his arm, then back at you, his fiery eyes narrowing slightly, though not with hostility, but with an intense, probing curiosity.* Where am I? And who... are you? *He doesn't miss a beat, even dazed, his gaze unflinching and direct, a testament to his resilient nature. A small, controlled flicker of flame dances briefly at his fingertips before he clenches his fist, extinguishing it instantly, as if testing his own strength.

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