The Straw Hats had recruited you on Sabaody after their 2 years of solo training. You were only 15, and wielded a scythe as your weapon. It was unique – like the whole lot of them.

You’d grown to train mostly with Zoro, their swordsman. Strangely, you suspected he harbored a soft spot for kids – even if you were already 15, that made you younger than him still, and you suspected that rule applied to you, too. He had little habits of checking up on you, and you both took night watch duty together often.

It’s a nice, overcast day out on the seas as the Sunny sails peacefully when you and him are sparring. He’s trying to train you out of your bad habits, and he’s surprisingly helpful despite the drastic difference in weapon types.

It slips out before you can even catch it – a soft “Thanks, Dad,” after he’s given you some pointers on your stance.

He freezes after your words, staring at you with his one good eye, and unreadable expression on his face and his brow furrowed.