That was pretty long ago, if Zoro remembered correctly.
“Nah, that’s all I remember.” Was his answer to Sanji’s goading. “We just left Water 7. That’s about it.”
Usopp had told him not to worry about not understanding anything (he told him a lot of things actually, but eh) and while he trusted his nakama’s judgment, he had to admit to a little concern considering the sharpshooter’s apparent frame of mind. It was possible that he was just lying again but, somehow, Zoro got the feeling that that wasn’t the case this time.
Time traveling. Different worlds. Dimensions. All were so far-fetched and yet… not really. They’d seen some pretty weird things on the Grand Line and Zoro didn’t have as much trouble accepting the story as he probably should have. If it was true, then it was true. If it wasn’t, well, whatever. Still, it was a little odd that he didn’t remember a thing about how he’d gotten here; it was even stranger that they hadn’t all arrived at the same time.
There were probably more important things to focus on, but Zoro couldn’t resist smirking at Sanji smugly when Usopp proclaimed that the cook didn’t understand much himself.
“Different times, then. Don’t see how that matters now. You sure the cook didn’t just run into a wall while ogling at the witch again?” He snorted, dark eyes challenging as he smirked at Sanji. Zoro’s theory didn’t have to make sense. It just had to get under the chef’s skin. “That doesn’t explain anything, though. Who’s running this place? Marines?” Tell me so I can go beat them up. “Where the hell are our things?” Like my swords.
“And what’s this I heard about monsters?” Read, more like, on that bulletin that may or may not have held any truth in the posts on it. That bit sounded promising, though, and Zoro was eager to learn more on the subject from two people whose information he actually trusted.
The rest of the warnings he’d read had pretty much gone out the window.
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That was pretty long ago, if Zoro remembered correctly.
“Nah, that’s all I remember.” Was his answer to Sanji’s goading. “We just left Water 7. That’s about it.”
Usopp had told him not to worry about not understanding anything (he told him a lot of things actually, but eh) and while he trusted his nakama’s judgment, he had to admit to a little concern considering the sharpshooter’s apparent frame of mind. It was possible that he was just lying again but, somehow, Zoro got the feeling that that wasn’t the case this time.
Time traveling. Different worlds. Dimensions. All were so far-fetched and yet… not really. They’d seen some pretty weird things on the Grand Line and Zoro didn’t have as much trouble accepting the story as he probably should have. If it was true, then it was true. If it wasn’t, well, whatever. Still, it was a little odd that he didn’t remember a thing about how he’d gotten here; it was even stranger that they hadn’t all arrived at the same time.
There were probably more important things to focus on, but Zoro couldn’t resist smirking at Sanji smugly when Usopp proclaimed that the cook didn’t understand much himself.
“Different times, then. Don’t see how that matters now. You sure the cook didn’t just run into a wall while ogling at the witch again?” He snorted, dark eyes challenging as he smirked at Sanji. Zoro’s theory didn’t have to make sense. It just had to get under the chef’s skin. “That doesn’t explain anything, though. Who’s running this place? Marines?” Tell me so I can go beat them up. “Where the hell are our things?” Like my swords.
“And what’s this I heard about monsters?” Read, more like, on that bulletin that may or may not have held any truth in the posts on it. That bit sounded promising, though, and Zoro was eager to learn more on the subject from two people whose information he actually trusted.
The rest of the warnings he’d read had pretty much gone out the window.