Again, this is based off of works created by Rick Riordan and Oda Eiichiro. Citations in MLA are on the first chapter.

Chapter 4

Grover had managed to catch their scent and realize that both of them were pretty powerful demigods. Then he had told Chiron, who'd apparently gotten orders from high enough up that the old immortal had gone to watch over them himself. Ririko was extremely impressed, he'd managed to scent through the cloak on them, which she'd figured nearly impossible. When she told him so, Grover had blushed and looked really happy for the complement.

Of course finding out Mr. Brunner was really the nigh immortal hero trainer Chiron was also a bit shocking, especially since he had come the specifically for Percy. Zoro was more of the bonus, it seemed.

"Hmm," Ririko thought out loud, "I suppose that Percy's father must have asked him to help, no other reason for Chiron to leave the Greek camp." She'd already worked it out, of course, but hinting to the children that Percy's parent was such a big deal was a lot of fun. Especially the look on his face, it was so adorably panicked, she hardly ever saw him freaked out or panicked anymore. It seemed he had inherited the voice of reason from his mother, which was hilarious considering who his other parent was.

Both Zoro and Percy were completely fine with the fact that their friend was a satyr sent to basically kidnap them to the Greek camp.

All that really changed from the boys knowing that Grover and Chiron were there to recruit them to Camp Halfblood was Zoro and Percy's summer plans. Though Percy made sure that they would still go to Montauk.

"Of course we're still going," his mother told him, "After we're done, Ririko and I will take you and Zoro to the camp."

"Aunt Sally," said Zoro, "you have to add Uncle Satoshi and Grover into the trip."

Satoshi, ever since he had first met Sally had always followed them on the trip that Sally had asked Ririko to take with her, regardless of whether he was invited or not. And Grover, well, Zoro wasn't going to let the poor kid go back to the camp without them if he could help it. After all, Grover had to have gotten his poor self-esteem issues from somewhere.

And Zoro could tell exactly what it was, so his new friend was going to stay near him until he found the right person to fight.

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After Christmas break, all three new friends were hanging out in Percy and Grover's room. Zoro hardly ever slept in his own room, mostly because he couldn't find it. When Grover expressed his worry over the reality bending powers of Zoro getting lost, Percy told him not to worry so much about it.

"Look, besides being awesome enough to handle any monster on his own, human or otherwise, Zoro will always end up exactly where he's needed at exactly the right time."

So the matter was dropped, and school drudged on. The only interesting thing to do for any of them, especially Grover who'd admitted to going through the sixth grade multiple times already, was practicing their separate fighting styles.

Ms. Jackson had given Grover some tips on accuracy, and Satoshi, whose fighting style involved duel wielding a dagger and a sai, had helped him learn how to deal with opponents that didn't fight with a sword. It was something required of all Okubo's, so that they knew how to properly counter just about anyone they fought. Plus, the saxophone club had the potential to be a decent sword breaker if used correctly.

Both Percy and Zoro worked on refining their technique, with Zoro also working to regain the strength that he had had in his previous life, and Grover fast became skilled in playing the saxophone. After the others had found out that he was a satyr, Grover had even told them that he was trying to incorporate his nature magic with his new music.

Saxophone music did different things with nature than pipes did, instead of earth and green things tending to react to it, the air was far more likely to respond. That's not to say that the saxophone couldn't affect growing things, but it seemed that different instruments and styles of music were preferred by different parts of nature. It looked like the wind had a preference for jazz music and other similar kinds of music.

It would be interesting to know what different instruments could do, but Grover would have to get other Satyr to help him. Maybe Gleeson Hedge would be willing to help out, he didn't really play his pipes but maybe a trumpet or bugle would work for him.

The idea worked out fine so far though, because the wind and the air both liked the ideas that Grover nudged them with using nature magic. Wind blades, sonic attacks, and concussive blasts were all coming along nicely. Very nicely indeed.

Wait, that sounded entirely to evil. And excited. Oh dear, Zoro had rubbed off on him more than he had thought.

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There was going to be a field trip to some museum. It was 'educational' and since it involved learning about the greek and roman stuff in the museum, Mr. Brunner was the head chaperone.

That wasn't the issue. The other chaperone was, however, a major problem. Her name was Mrs. Dodds, a math teacher seemingly from Georgia that had shown up after Christmas. After his first class with her, Percy remarked that she was inhuman. Grover told both Percy and Zoro that she was definitely inhuman, so Zoro asked him what typed of monster she was. He was very interested in seeing if she was one he'd never fought before.

Grover looked terrified, "Zoro you can't fight her! She's a…" he looked around and lowered his voice as if he thought someone would overhear them, "Kindly One." Grover still hadn't managed to get rid of the ingrained fear that the Greek camp had instilled in him. Sometimes Zoro was reminded of Usopp with how terrified the satyr was.

Percy just looked a little exasperated, "And for those of us that don't know the secret lingo the Greeks use?" Sometimes, Percy just wondered how he became the sane, rational one. Then he thought of his mother, and how she acted with the elder Okubo's, and realized he must have gotten it from her.

It meant that regardless, he had to keep his head because otherwise Zoro would slaughter everyone and everything, and Grover would burst into nervous bleating before freaking out. The things he did for his friends.

Since Grover looked too terrified to speak, Zoro finally just gave up. He wanted to fight Mrs. Dodds, but he would wait until Grover wasn't around. Mind made up, Zoro leaned against the wall to take a nap. His friends just stopped, resigned to missing another English class, but not willing to leave Zoro alone in the hallway.

What Zoro didn't know was that Percy would fight Mrs. Dodds long before he ever got the chance.

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So, the three friends sat on the bus to the museum, Percy and Grover sitting next to each other on one side of the bus, while Zoro sat directly across from them. Even though the bus was practically full, nobody sat next to Zoro. This was because almost everyone was terrified of him, but that was beside the point.

A red-headed girl named Nancy Bobofit tried something with Percy and Grover (Throwing PB&J wads at the back of their heads), but all it took was a warning growl from Zoro to get her to stop.

For some reason, the stupid kid had it out for Percy and Grover. Like everyone else she was terrified of/and-or ignored Zoro. One day he would find out why people alternated back and forth between those two states around him in this world.

"One day the rabid dog won't be there to protect them," Nancy muttered, just loud enough to be heard by Zoro. Of course, both Percy and Grover could protect themselves, but the principal hated them and would suspend them if they did so. Zoro really didn't understand why he wasn't lumped in with his two friends, especially considering that he got into fights, slept in class, and gave nervous breakdowns to teachers that weren't secretly Greek Myths.

Mr. Brunner was a pretty good teacher though, Zoro had to admit. And Mrs. Dodds was just plain tolerant of him, as though she'd seen and dealt with worse.

Either way the trip didn't last that long, and soon everyone was piling off of the bus and crowding through the doors to get inside the museum. Almost as soon as they got inside, the kids were herded to the old Greek and roman stuff. It was a little bit boring, but at least it wasn't at school.

They walked around, most of them not really paying attention and acting exactly like the hyperactive delinquents they were.

Of course, then they reached a stele, one about a very long dead girl. A reincarnated swordsman, his sane best friend (In this universe), and a nervous saxophonist satyr were the only ones to notice that Mr. Brunner (AKA Chiron) was looking at the stele with grief and pain. The trio figured that he had known the girl on the stele, had probably taught her, and so they all, even Zoro, were silent and attentive to the ancient trainer of heroes.

That didn't mean that everyone had the same respect. And when, after the trio was slowly getting ticked off by the constant giggling, Nancy Bobofit made an extremely rude comment that was made worse because Chiron was there, it was Percy who snapped at her before either of his friends could do anything. Which was impressive considering that Zoro was one of his friends.

Of course it didn't end there. Mrs. Dodds was giving of and evil superior aura, like he'd made a mistake, all of the kids that weren't his friends began laughing harder, and Mr. Brunner just seemed to study him for a moment before asking,

"Percy, could you please explain the meaning of this part of the stele to the class." And then the person who was secretly Chiron looked at him expectantly.

Now Percy, well it took a lot to make him lose his temper recently, dealing with Okubo's tended to do that to people. Or just cause them to go crazy, one or the other. So he was kind-of embarrassed about snapping at every body.

Looking over at the part of the stele Chiron had indicated, Percy only felt relief. This was something that Aunt Riri like to tell as a story, how the greek gods became the power in their pantheon. Of course she went rather deep into theories about various parts, including how unfair she thought that the whole thing was to Hades and her theories of the stupidity of Kronos.

It was this that inadvertently caused Percy's uncle from L.A (Hades) to realize that his most recent nephew actually might not have taken his helm, and that he should probably not kidnap his mother just to get it back. After Mrs. Dodds reformed and reported back, of course.

Because when Percy spoke of the war between the gods and the titans, he spoke of it like how Aunt Riri had told him and Zoro the story when they were younger. Needless to say, it wasn't like what most half bloods had been taught.

"A really long time ago, there was some stupid prophecy or something, that caused the big bad titan guy Kronos to decide to eat his children. Which was a stupid move because that's what eventually caused the guy's downfall, because his wife decided to hide little baby Zeus and feed her husband a rock. Yeah, she was probably really angry at him, bad move on his part. Didn't he know that most prophecies are self fulfilling?

Then, many years later, Zeus grew up, decided that he wanted siblings or was trying to make his mom happy, and made his father throw them up. And so, because of either their father's terrible parenting or in an effort to make their mom happy over no longer having to deal with her horrible husband, they declared war on Kronos. Then they won. Threw people in jail or various punishments. Almost immediately after that, the three brothers began arguing over who gets which area of the spoils, ending with the eldest brother getting the worst end of the deal."

Chiron stared at him for a moment, as if trying to process what just happened.

"Now Sweetie," came the voice of Mrs. Dodds, "Why do you believe that the eldest brother got the worst deal." Most of the students were confused because Mrs. Dodds was a math teacher, not the Latin teacher, and shouldn't be asking questions about myths.

Percy, while not really knowing what myth his math teacher was, figured that she was interested because she was from the underworld. This caused him to gather his thoughts in order to explain better than the half-baked ramblings that came from his aunt Ririko.

"Well, I mean, even if Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades all chose to be exactly what they ended up ruling(which isn't true in all versions of the myths), that doesn't mean that they wouldn't want to visit each other. But Hades wouldn't be allowed on Olympus, except for on one day, and then there was the entire mess involving his wife. I don't really know too much about it, but mostly it sounds like the guy was lonely, tried to go through correct channels, and then everyone thought the worst about him because he ruled the underworld."

After this, the class quickly moved on, eventually ending up outside to eat lunch. All through this, Mrs. Dodds thought about what the demigod child had said. While she still was bound to kill him (or die trying), she would inform her lord of the recent happenings. Mainly about at least one of the non-underworld demigods not hating him purely because of the myths.

'The kid probably didn't steal the helm, or even the master bolt,' she admitted, but that didn't mean that she'd go easy on him.

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Zoro, Percy, and Grover were eating lunch. Nancy Bobofit dumped her lunch on Grover. Normally this is where Percy would get so mad that the water would grab her and pull her into the fountain, but in this universe Percy had become the guy that had to think things through because no one else would.

That didn't stop Zoro from throwing Nancy into the fountain. Or Mrs. Dodds from accidentally-on-purpose mistake it for Percy and use it to make him follow her inside. It also didn't stop Chiron from following them inside.

Percy followed Mrs. Dodds back to the Greek and Roman room. When she turned around, then turned into a giant monster with wings he was a little startled, though.

"Do not resist," Mrs. Dodds told him as she swooped in for the kill, "And your end will be quick." Percy didn't believe her, and he also didn't want to die. He was about to reach into his pocket for the knife that he kept for emergencies when Mr. Brunner showed up.

He threw a pen at Percy, seeming to believe that it would help him, so Percy caught the pen. Only, when it hit his hand the pen was a sword. A sword that he could feel was perfect. Perfectly balanced, his hand felt completely natural wrapped around the hilt, everything felt perfect. And the sword itself, it whispered to him. Normally it took a lot of meditation for him to be able to hear the voice of a particular weapon, but this one… well, he might not be able to hear it loudly, but he could hear it.

So, when he swung his new blade at his math teacher, Riptide the blade sung to him its name, it was no surprise that he bisected her. Or that she turned into dust that crumbled away.

So he stopped to question his new sword for a moment. Then he found a pen cap on the ground, stuck it to the end of the sword, and put the pen into his pocket before walking outside. It started to rain in big fat droplets, with thunder rumbling in the background.

Mr. Brunner looked up from a newspaper, "Ah, Mr. Jackson, I believe that you have my pen?"

Percy shook his head, "I don't have your pen, Mr. Brunner, I brought my own." The sword that pretended to be a pen was the sword that Percy had been waiting years for. And he wasn't about to be separated from it.

Chiron narrowed his eyes at the boy, before saying, "Perhaps I lent it to a different student." Though he did wonder why Percy was hiding the pen in his pockets, but decided to only summon it back to himself if his student lost it.

You never knew when a monster killing sword would come in handy to a demigod, after-all.

Percy never did lose his pen, especially not after Chiron made it so that it would summon to his pocket no matter what when he reached Camp Half-Blood.

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Mrs. Dodds was gone, but no-one noticed. Everyone thought that Ms. Kerr had been their teacher, everyone barring Zoro, Grover and Percy. Mr. Brunner knew to, but his acting was so good that even Grover occasionally thought that he'd been fooled by the mist. Though when Grover had mentioned it to his friends, he was somewhat shocked to realize that they'd never heard of the mist.

"Why would we know about the mist," Percy asked with exasperation while Zoro gave a Look at the confused satyr, "We do not know the Greek slang, how many times do I have to tell you."

"Then how do you explain the reason the mortals can't see monsters and stuff," Grover wondered. The average person couldn't even see Zoro's swords, and katana's definitely aren't Greek!

Zoro snorted, "Every pantheon has a different explanation, and it always fits perfectly over their weirdness."

Percy nodded, "Some say that the mind of an average person can't handle it so they aren't able to comprehend it, others, like the Greeks, just say that some form of magic causes them to overlook it. It just really depends."

And the rest of the way back to school was spent in silence, with each friend contemplating what had happened on that day. Percy connecting with his new sword, and Grover thinking about the existence of other pantheons.

Though Zoro was the only one sad that he didn't get to fight..

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So, the school year went on for each student. The principal finally fulfilled his dream of getting to kick Percy out near the end of the year, when he got into a fight with a kid who insulted his mother.

They allowed him to finish the school year because it was his first offense though.

Zoro was getting kicked out because he'd tied the kid that had insulted his aunt to the top of the school flagpole. Wearing only his boxers. And stole all of his clothes, dyed them an offensively bright pink, and left them in the lost and found room.

Well, technically Grover had done that last part. As well as thought up the first part, but Zoro had taken full credit because he didn't want to ruin his friends record. Or credibility with the teachers.

If it was only him, Zoro probably would have just beat up the kid. Hey, no-one had ever accused him of being creative with revenge. And it was a relief that they'd kicked him out, he had done more than enough stuff for that to happen. One day he'd find out why people were acting so weird about him. There was a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with the elusive father that his mother kept on mentioning.

:I wonder, can anyone guess the reason why Zoro's hair is green in this universe.

And beyond that, I regret the fact this chapter took so long. I was incapable of typing for 17 days in a row. This chapter was originally supposed to stretch to reaching the camp. Oh well.