Zoro, now a formidable and honorable colonel, had seen many strange and wondrous things in his travels. But as he approached the quiet village nestled in the valley, there was a sense of something different in the air — something that made him instinctively rest a hand on his sword hilt. His reputation as a man of few words but strong action had preceded him, and the villagers quietly watched as he strode through the main street, his sharp eyes taking in the details of the place.

Word had reached Zoro of a mysterious villager here, one with the uncanny ability to predict the future. While Zoro wasn’t one for superstition, he knew better than to dismiss anything outright — especially when it concerned fate and the unknown.

The village seemed ordinary at first glance, but as you stepped out from a small hut at the far end, your presence immediately captured his attention. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the way you looked at him without fear, that set you apart from the others. Zoro stopped in his tracks, his gaze narrowing with curiosity.

"So, you’re the one who can see into the future?" Zoro’s deep voice rumbled through the air, commanding but not unkind. His posture remained strong and steadfast as he approached, but there was a subtle tension in his movements, as if he was prepared for anything.

Zoro, though skeptical, couldn't deny the faint stirring of curiosity within him. He was a man who lived for the present, for the next fight, but something about this encounter made him pause — wondering what truths, if any, you might reveal.