A tantalizing hand beckoned the youth to come forward as the sun rose timidly across the horizon. The misty morning seemed to be carrying the scent of blood all around and the floor was decorated in intricate flower patterns that possessed a design so similar to those of peonies. A young, green haired man stood awkwardly amidst the scene, holding three beautiful katanas.

" Zoro… you disappoint me. Is this what has remained of the Roronoa clan? A measly weakling that can't even defend himself yet alone defend his lineage…. Pitiful indeed".

Zoro remained transfixed to his spot; there is no way he was going to die today. He didn't care about an ancient clan that had died out ages before he was born. He didn't care about the history or carrying out the legacy of an extinct entity. No. All he cared about in this precise instant was HIS legacy, and his alone. He was so close to reaching his goal he was not about to let this bastard become another obstacle to achieve it.

The man took a few steps forward, tightening his grasp against something that was invisible to the naked eye, and yet it could cut anything in a blink of it. Zoro was at his limit, he received a pretty nasty chest wound the first time around and it was oozing blood at an alarming rate.

'I can't hold on for long, if I don't finish this in the next 5 minutes… I'm done for'.

The man opened his mouth, "Maybe I should just kill you…. This world has enough weaklings to allow more of them to roam through this God forsaken place".

God forsaken place,eh? …. That was a nice way to put it… in this instant I'd begun to think how this place was really forsaken by God and by the devil himself.

As he looked into the eyes of the man slowly coming towards him, Zoro in a last desperate attempt, lunged towards the man and tried to cleave him in half. To Zoro's own amusement he noticed how the floor was rapidly coming forward to meet him only to be followed by a painful, sharp, hot sensation in the lower left portion of his abdomen. He had been pierced. More and more blood seeped out of his body as he tried to regain footing. The black haired man watched in gleeful laughs as Zoro slipped and staggered trying to get out of his own puddle of blood.

"Fuck it to hell!"…

The man raised an eyebrow….. was Zoro giving up?

"I will not die here"….

Guess not …. Ahhh…. This is getting troublesome.

"DO YOU HEAR - ".

Zoro flew back as a punch to his left temple clearly connected granting him the numbness to all the pain he has been eager to attain. As he collided against a tree and slowly started losing awareness, he understood that the opponent before him was too strong. If he could not defeat an underling, how can he expect to defeat his lifetime enemy? Blackness surrounded Zoro as these afterthoughts remained…. He gave up his life to a no name in an attempt to defeat the all mighty Dracule Mihawk, bearer of the infamous sword Yoru and title, the world's strongest swordsman.

A ringtone cheerily goes off and the sole man standing picks it up. "Owl.. what are you doing? I told you to report back to me over 2 hours ago".

Owl's eye twitched in annoyance proceeding with a long overdue sigh. "I know..I was just about to call you but I ran into a little annoying worm…..but don't worry it's been taken care of, I'm about to take him out".

Cardinal gruffly asked, "Who is it?"

"It's the Roronoa brat… he just came blazing at me demanding where the Boss was located at. Anyways, I'm going to hang up so I can fin - ".

"Owl… listen very closely.. leave that brat alone. Unless the boss has given out the order to execute him, you must not.. and I repeat… NOT kill the Roronoa brat. He was spared for a reason. If you value your life, you'd be wise to follow my orders".

Owl's face color changed from his standard tan to a sickly pale hue. He rushed over to Zoro kneeled down beside the ever more expanding puddle of blood and checked his vitals. Zoro's breathing was very shallow… it was definitely not a good sign. His pulse was weak too and his body was losing warmth by the second. Owl picked up the phone and hung up on the man waiting on the other side of the line. He scooped up Zoro indelicately from the ground, making Zoro groan softly in pain. Owl wanted to get out of the park before people stumbled upon their newly decorated recreational area. He unlocked his black sedan and threw Zoro unceremoniously into the back seat. As he sat down, he looked up a name on his list of contacts and hit the call button.

Beep… beep…. Beep – "Hello?"

"Hey, Streamertail. I need you to help me with a lil something. I'll be at your place in 15".