AN: Hey everyone, I'm kind of back. Since my last update I have written, rewritten, edited, given up, restarted, and given up again. I apologize for not having a full chapter for you, but this is the best of what I've come up with. I still have ideas, I just don't have the talent to articulate them to the level of quality that they need. This story is now up for adoption, preferably to someone who can write fight scenes and lemons. If you want the story please PM me, and we can talk about what we want to do. I now present you with my attempt at a chapter. Thank you, and I'm sorry.
Blood.
That one word consumed Zoro's thoughts as he looked down at the enemy pirates. His was rushing, as his body prepared to paint the beach with theirs. With a sword in each hand and one in his mouth, he charged down the cliff.
"Oni Giri!"
The first three men up the road dropped to the ground, their heads rolling back down to the beach. Before anyone could react, Zoro continued forward, cutting people down left, right, and center. More heads rolled, torsos fell off of legs, and blood went everywhere.
Less than a minute after it started, the battle was over. Zoro sheathed two of his swords and held Wado at Jango's throat. "Game over."
"Not quite. Sham, Buchi!"
Two strange people jumped off of the cat boat. One was so fat he was almost perfectly spherical, while the other was so skinny he could hide behind a flagpole.
"At your service, captain. What can we do for... Oh, I see," the skinny one said, noticing the sword against his captains neck.
