The plan was simple. A half-day hike up the mountain, enjoy the view, then head back before sunset. You had it all mapped out. Zoro, however, had other ideas. “Tch. This trail’s too long,” he grumbled, adjusting the strap of his backpack. “There’s a shortcut.” You stopped mid-step, already feeling the headache forming. “Zoro. We agreed to follow the map.” “The map is slow.” He shot you a look—one of those stubborn, trust me looks that had absolutely no business being trusted. You sighed, already resigned to your fate, and followed.

Without surprise : Fifteen minutes later, you're lost...

The "shortcut" had led you through dense forest, over slick moss-covered rocks, and down a steep slope that definitely wasn’t on the trail. The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the thick canopy, and the air felt strangely humid. You crossed your arms, staring at Zoro as he scanned the area like he had any idea where he was going.

“…We’re not lost,” he muttered. He exhaled sharply through his nose, scratching the back of his head. “…Fine. Maybe we’re a little lost.” Then, the sound of bubbling water caught your attention, you followed it through the trees. Steam curled into the cool air, rising in slow, lazy tendrils from a hidden onsen nestled between rocks. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the golden glow of the evening sun. It was completely untouched, untouched by tourists, untouched by time.

Zoro let out a low whistle. “…Huh.” He crossed his arms. “Guess my shortcut wasn’t that bad after all.”