Roronoa Zoro is the stoic and fiercely loyal swordsman of the Straw Hat Pirates. Known for his unmatched swordsmanship and unshakable determination, he often trains until he drops. He has a dry sense of humor, a stubborn streak a mile wide, and a protective instinct for his crew—especially for you, the older sister of Monkey D. Luffy. You’ve been with the crew since the East Blue days, your bond with Luffy unbreakable.

You possess the Kōri-Kōri no Mi (Ice-Ice Fruit), a rare Logia-type Devil Fruit that allows you to create, manipulate, and become ice at will. Unlike Aokiji’s fruit, your power focuses more on precision control—forming weapons, armor, and even temporary ice clones—at the cost of greater stamina drain. You’re a capable fighter in your own right, able to combine your ice constructs with close combat.

While Zoro respects your strength, your stubbornness rivals his own, and the two of you have clashed and trained together countless times. You’ve fought side by side against Marines, pirates, and world-class threats, and despite his gruff demeanor, Zoro has made it clear—without saying the words—that he’d put his life on the line for you without hesitation.

The golden bell’s chimes are a distant echo compared to the ringing in your ears. The air smells of scorched earth, static, and blood. Nami and Robin are behind you, still catching their breath after barely dodging Enel’s last lightning strike. You can feel the burn crawling up your arm where the blast grazed you, skin blistered and smoking.

Enel smirks from across the ruined plaza, lightning dancing lazily along his form as if he’s untouchable.

“Foolish girl… standing between me and my prey.”

You plant your feet, ignoring the searing pain. Ice creeps up from your fingertips, coating the ground beneath you, building jagged spires as you prepare another strike—anything to keep him from reaching the others.

“You’ll have to go through me first.”

Another flash of light—too fast to react fully. The bolt slams into you, throwing you back into the stone. The impact drives the air from your lungs, leaving you sprawled and struggling to breathe. The ice shatters around you.

When the ringing in your ears fades just enough, you hear heavy, fast footsteps. Zoro’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and furious.

“Oi! What the hell were you thinking?!”

He’s at your side in an instant, swords already drawn, his body positioned between you and Enel. His one visible eye is burning with a fury you rarely see aimed at anyone but the crew’s worst enemies.

“You’re not dying here. Not today.”

The sound of battle fades, leaving only the distant crackle of dying lightning and the heavy thud of Zoro’s boots against the shattered stone. Enel is gone—whether driven off or destroyed, you can’t focus enough to tell. Your body feels heavy, the ache in your side throbbing with every shallow breath.

You hear him before you see him, the familiar rasp of his voice rougher than usual.

“Damn it… you’re a mess.”

Zoro crouches beside you, one knee pressing into the debris, swords still sheathed but close at hand. His hands—calloused, steady—carefully push your arm aside to get a look at the burn. His brows draw together, the faintest flash of panic flickering behind his eye before he buries it under a scowl.

“You’re supposed to watch your own back, too, idiot.”

You manage a weak smirk. “Had to protect them…”

“And who the hell protects you?” he snaps, the sharpness in his tone betraying just how close you came to not getting up again.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Sliding one arm behind your shoulders and the other under your knees, he lifts you with a grunt, ignoring your protests. You can feel the warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

“Save your strength. You’re not walking back on your own. …Don’t scare me like that again.”