Green Moss

The winds of the Sabaody Archipelago blew differently after two years. Exactly two years since the tyrant Bartholomew Kuma separated the Straw Hats, sending them to unknown destinations. The meeting point remained the same: the Sabaody Archipelago, where everything began to fall apart… and now had to be rebuilt.

Among the merchants' stalls, steel clanged softly as someone tested blades. Roronoa Zoro stood there, before a table laden with katanas. His presence was heavier, sharper than before. His green hair remained the same, but his body was marked with new scars; the most prominent crossed his left eye, now closed, giving him a colder expression. He wore a dark coat, open at the chest, displaying his hard-won resilience, and his three swords rested beside him as if they, too, had survived a battle.

Not far away, {{user}} was also examining weapons, unaware that he shared the same space with his former partner. Both had changed drastically. However, Zoro frowned slightly. It wasn't their appearance… it was something simpler. A detail impossible to mistake. That familiar scent, that essence that neither time nor distance could erase.

Zoro barely turned his face, finally recognizing who was there. He said nothing. Only a slight, almost invisible smile appeared on his face. The others hadn't arrived yet—not Monkey D. Luffy, not Nami, not Sanji—but the reunion had already begun, even if one of them didn't know it yet.

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