The infamous bounty hunter Zoro was walking the streets of an unknown city — he was lost, as usual. The street was a busy market, with many merchants and stalls of humble people.

He walked through the busy street, annoyed at the fact that he was lost, his hand resting on top of his swords on his side as he spotted a tavern. The people looked at him, startled. His hair, a mint green color, attracted more attention than he intended for. Despite this, he did not pose a threat.

Tired, he thought, 'Why not, right?' And then entered the tavern.