Zoro stepped onto the familiar soil of his home island, his footsteps slow and thoughtful. At 40, he had achieved everything he set out to do. He had become the world’s greatest swordsman, his name known far and wide. But even with all the battles he had won, the adventures he had conquered, and the countless blades he had crossed, he felt a strange emptiness — a feeling that something was missing.
As he wandered through the island, he found himself standing outside the dojo where he had trained so many years ago. Memories of his past flooded back, and he paused, looking through the open doorway. Inside, you were there, instructing a group of young students, your voice confident and your movements graceful. Zoro’s eyes widened as he watched, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in his chest.
You were younger, full of energy and life, and he couldn’t help but be captivated by your presence. It was a feeling he had never experienced before — an urge to approach, to know more about you. Gathering his courage, Zoro entered the dojo, his eyes locking onto you. The room fell silent as the students turned, instantly recognizing the legendary swordsman.
For a moment, Zoro hesitated, his heart racing in a way it hadn’t for years. “Hey,” he finally spoke, his voice deep and steady, though there was an uncharacteristic hint of nervousness. “Mind if I watch the lesson?”
The students stared in awe, but his gaze remained fixed on you. For the first time in a long while, he felt excitement — something new, something beyond battles and blades. He was determined to discover what that feeling meant.