Luffy watched Zoro frowning at his recently acquired weapon.

The black metal of Shusui gleamed in the late evening light. Its heavy weight held comfortable in his first mate's callous hand. Distinct red blade-pattern mirrored the sharp teeth of a vivid beast, barely able to be contained. A perfect fit.

In an impressive move, he sliced through the air. However, the gloomy line between the swordsman's eyes just deepened and he seemed no wiser than before.

Luffy's head appeared from behind Sunny's mane, hanging now upside down, while bouncing idly on his weirdly over stretched neck, yet the rest of his body still sat on the figurehead.

"Just ask him already!" He answered the unspoken question of his torn friend.

Zoro stumbled back in surprise. The ex-pirate hunter complained loudly about irritating rubber idiots and heart attacks, but why else would he have come here, if not for advice?

"Shishishi."


AN:

Love: "Unconditional affection with no limits..." - Sophocles