Arashi.
His full name was Roronoa Arashi. He was thirty-one this year and Zoro's father.
In the original timeline,
he should have died this year fighting One Piece pirates in the East Blue.
Eight-year-old Zoro had then gone to Shimotsuki Kozaburo's dojo to study Swordsmanship.
But now, almost everyone's fate had changed because of Imu.
Not only had Arashi survived, he had brought his wife and child to settle on Wano Island. Now, he was honing his Swordsmanship at Swordmaster Hall.
Unfortunately, limited by his lack of talent, he had been unable to step into the realm of a Great Swordsman.
After all, if he had possessed exceptional talent, he could not have died at the hands of One Piece pirates in the East Blue.
All one could say was that Zoro's talent was practically an ancestral throwback.
"I'll take that Sun Blade."
Though young, Yami-hime, the strongest of the three, spoke up to choose her opponent.
She could sense that although the other man was elderly, his aura was far stronger than those of the other two.
"What about Mr. Arashi?" Muichiro Tokito asked politely.
Roronoa Arashi narrowed his eyes. "That bald guy, I think his name is Zanbai."
"Alright."
Muichiro Tokito had no objections and readily agreed. After all, Amane and Zanbai looked about the same.
"Hey, since you're the juniors, shouldn't we be your opponents?!"
Uta shouted in dissatisfaction.
Beside her, Okamaitachi, whose face bore a scar, pushed up his glasses and said gravely, "Indeed. Don't underestimate us!"
"They are your opponents."
Yami-hime remained cold as she gave the order, "Sixth-rank Swordsmen, step forward!"
[Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh----]
The moment her words fell, six afterimages landed in the field, standing before Uta, Spring Mustachio, and the others.
"Based on the intelligence we've gathered, this is