Character: Zoro, mostly.
(Dreams Come True) Nature Selects
In real life, Zoro was almost there. He'd fought and won countless battles now, rising steadily up to second best. In his dreams,
he'd beaten Mihawk over and over,
"... speed of wind..."
stood victorious at the top countless times.
"...no survivor, even..."
In his dreams he kept his promise to Kuina and let her go,
"... found the body?" the bastard cook's voice, slightly tense and grating on his nerves even in his sleep.
finally able to move on to a life of his own,
"... tell him?" Usopp, worried and bordering on panic.
and possibly to someone who had been waiting for him to "get his head out of his ass" for a long time now.
"No way!" It was Nami's voice that finally pulled him out of his slumber, made him open his eyes and turn his head towards the trio huddled on the other side of the deck.
Sanji was facing away from him, leaning on the railing as he smoked. Nami's expression gave away nothing. And then there was Usopp, only a believable liar when his tales were obviously too big for him, whose face told a story of its own - as did the front page of the newspaper clutched in his hand. Typhoon, Zoro made out in the title, something that was unmistakeably a death toll, and the blur of a picture.
His mouth went dry, but he still managed to push out the words "is it true?"; his only answer was embarrassed looks and telltale silence, until Sanji said "number one, asshole," and punctuated it by flicking his cigarette bum in the ocean.
The congratulations had not tasted this bad, in his dreams.