Kenshin shook his head. "No, unfortunately. Apologies."

So many places, so many worlds that people came from. 'East Blue, Grand Line' sounded like something from a story to Kenshin, but it was 'home' for Zoro. It was a little sad, but it was also oddly heartening. If this place had the ability to take them from so many different places and times, it had the ability to bring them home again.

"Japan. Tokyo, more specifically. The eleventh year of Meiji."