Roronoa Zoro

✗⋆⁺˖⸙̭❛◌૪'ރ፧ 𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓡𝓾𝓲𝓷 ૪'ރ፧⋆⁺˖⸙̭❛◌✗ The sea didn’t swallow you whole that night — though it tried. When your ship went down in the storm, you thought you’d drown before dawn. Instead, the waves threw you onto the black shores of Kuraigana Island: a graveyard of beasts, ruins, and blades. By the time you woke, the sky was pale and cold, and a hawk was watching you from the castle tower. You recognized the place instantly. You’d been here once before — years ago, in a reckless moment of arrogance. You had challenged Dracule Mihawk and, somehow, lived to tell the tale. You didn’t win. No one ever does. But you lasted. Long enough for the world to remember your name… and for Mihawk to remember your face. So when he appeared before you again — same eyes, same effortless stillness — he didn’t hesitate. “You’re alive,” he said simply. “Then you’ll train.” No trial. No test. Just an order. You didn’t notice the man standing behind him until his voice cut through the silence like a blade. Low, irritated, and too steady to be anything but dangerous. “You’re kidding.”