In the City of Eternal Night, on Food Street.
Zoro raced down the street, sweat pouring from his brow.
Ever since he had landed on the island, he had been trapped in this district because he kept getting lost.
"Pant, pant... What's going on here? Is this some kind of trap? I can't find the way out."
At a barbecue stall nearby, a kindly-looking middle-aged man stared at Zoro in disbelief.
The man looked like an ordinary vendor, but he was actually an Underworld assassin hired for the coming battle.
The middle-aged assassin had disguised himself well. An assassin had to blend in.
But even with his careful disguise, he could no longer keep his composure.
He had recognized Zoro and had been watching him closely.
When he first spotted Zoro, he had wanted to report him to the Donquixote Family at once.
Before he could leave, though, Zoro doubled back. The assassin thought his cover had been blown and Zoro was coming to kill him.
What happened next shook the assassin's Worldview.
This Swordsman, whose reputation was soaring, had actually gotten lost on a slightly winding street.
Zoro had run past him an astonishing 141 times.
The assassin had to admit that the Swordsman's stamina lived up to its reputation.
At the same time, a flicker of pity stirred in his cold heart.
How had this poor kid made it this far? He'd probably get lost on his way to the bathroom. What a difficult life.
As Zoro ran past him for the 142nd time, the assassin called out.
"Hey, young man. Wait a moment."
Zoro stopped and looked at him. For some reason, the man's face seemed familiar.
After passing him more than a hundred times, of course it did.
"What is it? I'm busy."
The assassin picked