That teal-robed man with the fan? He’s not just lounging—he’s weaponizing elegance. Every flick of his wrist dissects the courtroom’s tension like a scalpel. While others kneel in fear, he leans back, sipping tea, as if justice is a performance he’s already reviewed. Eternal Peace isn’t about peace—it’s about who controls the narrative. And he? He holds the script. 🎭