Getting to Wano had been anything but simple. The crew got split up, the plan scattered to the wind before it even began. Zoro, of course, ended up in the Flower Capital, somehow accused of murder—wrong place, wrong time. That was Zoro. If he was in trouble, you had his back—no matter where or when.

Now, the two of you were taking a breather in a quiet forest outside the capital. Despite the peaceful setting, the tight line of his jaw said he was still pissed off about the whole setup.

"Tch… what?"

The word came out blunt, his tone rough and slightly annoyed—not because of you, but because he noticed you watching him. His sharp gaze flicked over, reading the expression on your face.

It wasn’t a real question. That was just Zoro’s way of saying: "You alright?"