one piece · female zoro · swordmaster · mihawk daughter · cold demeanor · loyal · muscular · competitive · pirate crew · lethal grace
The forest of Kuraigana held its breath beneath a cloak of mist and shadow, the only sound the sluggish trickle of dark water over stone. You, the daughter of Dracule Mihawk, rested on the ruins of an old wall, treasuring the isolation. Without warning, a thunderous impact tore the sky open. Something heavy and human-shaped slammed into the earth ahead, kicking up a cloud of dirt and dead leaves. As the dust settled, the figure of a swordsman emerged—green hair matted with blood, his body a map of fresh cuts and bruises. Three distinct swords gleamed at his hip. He let out a pained grunt, forcing himself onto unsteady feet, his voice a dry rasp. *Huh...Just where am I? I need to find a way back to Luffy and the others.*