One Piece : Roger Is My Vice Captain

The sky did not know when it started to rain.

In the open wilderness on the outskirts of Yixin Dojo, a neatly repaired tomb stands on a hillside.

The pattering drizzle fell on the green grass in the wilderness and hit the daisies in front of the tombstones, filling the humid air with a dignified atmosphere.

The air was full of an earthy smell.

"This is Kuina's tomb."

Koushiro changed into a gray and white robe and stood in front of the tombstone with a lonely expression, looking down at the black letters on the tombstone.

"Kuina's Tomb."

With a pot of spirits in his hand, Roger rarely remained serious and asked softly:

"How old was she?"

Shiroyuki Koushiro said: "Eleven years old."

Roger didn't speak anymore, just kept his head down and drank.

Koushiro smiled, and his face returned to his usual indifference and gentleness.

He spoke again, as if talking to himself. "This child has been very strong since he was a child, and is unwilling to admit defeat."

The voice was extremely gentle, as if afraid of waking the sleeping person.

"Back then, that kid Zoro ran to the dojo to kick the gym, and was beaten up by her."

There was a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

"Zoro, that kid was also not convinced; he knelt down and wanted me to teach him swordsmanship."

"I think his talent was good, but the way he uses a sword is not in line with the style of my Shuangyue family. I didn't intend to make him my disciple."

"It was only after Kuina begged me bitterly that I accepted Zoro."

As Koushiro spoke, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense.

It is like a pot of spirits that has been dusty for many years, warm and mellow.

"These two little guys practice against each other day and night, but Zoro has never defeated her once."

Roger said softly:

"What a nice little girl..."

Koushiro nodded, smiling proudly.

"Yeah, she... really works hard."

Liu Feng was silent.

Because he saw that Koushiro was smiling, but a line of tears overflowed under the misty glasses.

This guy seems to have never cried in front of other people.

Even when Kuina passed away unexpectedly, he could only keep smiling.

Because he is not just a father.

He is also the master of the dojo.

Zoro's teacher.

Koushiro took off his glasses.

In the drizzle, it was not clear whether he was crying or smiling.

"I believe that Zoro will be able to inherit her last wish and become the number one swordsman in the world."

"Because Kuina thinks so too."

He clenched his fists tightly.

Standing behind Koushiro, Liu Feng sighed, took a slow step, and said solemnly:

"Let's start. That future world number one swordsman needs a decent opponent."

Koushiro smiled, wiped away the splashes from the corners of his eyes, and nodded heavily.

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The waters near Punk Hassad.

Straw Hat Pirates.

On the deck of Thousand Sunny.

A green-haired figure was naked, sweating, and swinging a huge barbell.

His muscles in the clear water chests bulged piece by piece, full of explosive power.

Pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro, one of the most evil generations, is a member of the Straw Hat Pirates.

The sun was shining hot but he didn't care about it, just gritted his teeth silently and insisted.

"Hey, moss head, it's time to eat."

A figure in a suit came out of the cabin with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

"Black Foot" Sanji, the chef of the Straw Hat Pirates.

Zoro didn't look back; while waving the barbell, he said:

"You guys eat first; I still have a thousand times to practice swinging the sword."

Sanji frowned.

In the past, he would definitely not care too much about the life of this idiot Green Algae Head.

But since Punk Hazard met the navy woman again in the first battle, this guy seems to be a little wrong.

"Enough! You're not training at all; you're dying."

Sanji was a little angry and said it angrily.

Zoro gritted his teeth and said:

"Bastard cook, what's your business?"

"I will naturally go to eat later!"

Sanji snorted coldly:

"If you want to eat or not, you will be pulled down if you don't eat."

Immediately into the cabin.

Under the sun, a figure persisted silently.

Suddenly a moment later.

He suddenly stopped and lowered the barbell with a surprising weight in his hand.

Then he walked slowly to the railing and picked up one of the three swords hanging on the railing.

"So similar······" he murmured.

He subconsciously drew the sword out of its sheath.

The blade and the blade pattern are all featureless.

But it is such a sword that has qualities that all other famous swords cannot possess.

- The Sword of Promise.

Wind blows and Zoro suddenly clenched his hand, clenching the sword handle hard.

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

The other hand covered his face tightly.

Between the five fingers, tears overflowed.

Unstoppable.

He choked out:

"What do you know, stinky cook..."

"I promised her."

"I will become stronger with her share."

"I'll be strong enough to make my name ring in heaven,"

"I will become the strongest swordsman in the world."

"We've all agreed..."

Tears and sweat, drop by drop fell on the deck.

In the wind, the sound of swords clashing under the moonlit night could no longer be heard.

'Kuina, even if I become the world's No. 1 swordsman, you are still someone I have no chance to defeat in my life...'

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