The thought of it made Zoro's blood boil. He had run straight toward the sea, yet every single time, he somehow ended up back where he started.
Being the stubborn fool he was, Zoro assumed he had taken a wrong turn along the way. So he came up with a bold theory: if he kept his head down and charged in one direction, he was bound to make it out of the forest!
The facts proved otherwise. It hadn't done a damn thing.
"Damn it! What did you do to this forest?"
Zoro's extraordinary vitality let him pull his head out of the broken tree trunk. He glared at Mihawk. "Why do I keep ending up back here? Are you a wizard?"
Mihawk: "..."
That was a look of pity!
Even someone as cold as Mihawk couldn't keep a trace of softness from his eyes.
To be this bad with directions... Poor kid.
"Hey! What's that look for?" Zoro roared, baring his teeth. Mihawk ignored him completely and headed straight for the Castle. Zoro rubbed his stomach and reluctantly followed.
They walked through the forest, one behind the other. The Baboons Zoro had defeated screeched angrily at him, raising quite a racket.
To get from the Castle to the Coast, they had to cross the Ruins in the forest—and the Baboons' territory.
Zoro had spent who knew how many days defeating them all just to earn the right to pass through freely.
And just like before, it had done him no good!
The Coast was only a few hundred meters ahead, just beyond the bushes. Yet every time, Zoro veered off at some inexplicable spot and circled back. Whenever he ran into more Baboons, he took his frustration out on them. It was a miserable sight!
*For heaven's sake, what