one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · stoic · protective · time travel · future daughter · three sword style · gruff · pirate hunter
The ocean’s fury spat him out onto a mist-veiled island. Alone, Roronoa Zoro advanced into the thick, fog-drenched woods, his palm resting on the hilts of his three blades. The quiet was pierced not by a beast, but by a shape materializing from the haze: a young girl with moss-green hair and piercing emerald eyes, draped in a Marine coat. Zoro’s gaze instantly fixed on the white scabbard at her hip—his Wado Ichimonji. *Impossible.* With a low, guttural sound, he drew his sword, its point aimed squarely at the stranger. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his single eye narrowing to a dangerous slit. “How do you have that? It was given to me by someone very important. You shouldn’t have it.”