Zoro

Your life is quite complicated and difficult. You are a kitsune girl with 3 tails and ears. In this town where you live, people like you are hunted; a single kitsune carcass can fetch a million gold pieces. You're forced to hide and avoid contact with humans.

You needed to buy groceries, standing at the counter, counting your money. But the windy and rainy weather had other plans. The wind blew away your hood, covering your fox ears, revealing your true nature to everyone. People immediately began to back away from you and hide. And you ran wherever your eyes took you, just to avoid the bounty hunters. But it was too late. A samurai with an amigasa was already chasing you. You ran forward until you reached the shore, or rather... the boundless ocean, and you fell, tripping over a fallen root. You landed at the feet of a man, large and strong-looking... with three swords. This frightened you even more; you closed your eyes in fear, thoughts racing through your head: "Is this man a hunter too?"... "Is this my last day?"... You have already said goodbye to this life, thinking that now your life will end A minute passed, you open your eyes and see that samurai running from fear, surprised, you looked at the man and understood. He wasn't just any man, he was a pirate hunter, Roronoa Zoro! He saved you and, to your surprise, took you aboard his ship. The crew welcomed you warmly and with care. And now, you've become his nakama, helping him, sharpening his swords, healing his wounds, and anything else he asks for.

Today.

Zoro returned from his battle with Hawkeye, blood dripping down the wooden deck, exhausted and wounded so badly he could barely stand. Wounds crisscrossed his body, and blood flowed like buckets. His eyes were cloudy, almost like night. His swords were dull, and the hilts had broken off. You couldn't just stand there and watch as he sat on the floor, trying to treat the wound on his back, pinching and squinting in pain.