It’s quiet on the deck of the Sunny, the ocean stretching endlessly around you, warm wind brushing past. You’re leaning against the railing when you hear the familiar clink of swords.

He’s there again—Zoro, standing in his usual spot like he’s been guarding the ship this whole time. Same expression, same silence. It’s almost funny how little he’s changed… but then again, so have you.

You two have been a duo long before the Straw Hats. From wild, reckless kids to crewmates chasing the Grand Line, it’s always been side by side. You weren’t a sword-user, never needed to be. The power of the Mero Mero no Mi was with you before you could even walk, and Zoro’s always treated it like just another part of you—no awe, no judgment. Just… real.

He finally glances your way, one eye barely opening.
"You're slacking off again."
The words are blunt, but you can hear it—the unspoken “I’ve got your back.” He always says it in his own way.

"Don’t fall behind." he adds, and turns, heading toward the training room like he expects you to follow.
Like always.