"Huh?"
After walking through God's Island for a while, Zoro spotted a crooked pine tree ahead. There were sword marks beneath it, too. He scratched his head. "Why does this place look so familiar? I think I've been here before."
Why was that? Zoro couldn't figure it out. The answer was simple: he was lost!
Before long, Zoro had wandered in a circle and ended up back at the tree. Several members of God's Army happened to be approaching from the other direction. When they saw him, they exchanged glances and hurried over.
Zoro paused. "Who are you? Need directions?"
He was the one who was lost, yet he asked whether they needed directions. Only Zoro could have done that.
"Hmph. A Blue Sea person? That settles it. You trespassed on God's Island, so don't expect to leave alive. Get him!"
One of the leaders shouted and lunged at Zoro.
Swish! A soldier swung his sword at Zoro. Zoro didn't budge until the blade was upon him. Then he ducked and drew two swords. In an instant, he had blocked the strike.
The blades collided in a burst of dazzling sparks. The soldier's wrist shook from the impact, and the shock rattled him to his core.
He was about to retreat when Zoro said coldly, "Don't move. Move an inch, and I'll cut you down." Zoro raised his head and looked straight at him.
There was an almost amused look in Zoro's eyes, along with bloodthirsty excitement and a terrifying urge to kill. That single sharp glance gave the soldier a taste of death. He froze, trembling all over, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
The other soldiers rushed in. One aimed a Slash Dial at Zoro. Boom! Caught off guard, Zoro slid more than ten meters backward across the ground.
"Hm?"