1 Part one - Roronoa Zoro 1/??

The world knew many grand stories that began with entirely ordinary things. Someone overslept, someone was late, someone forgot something, and off it went. That very small pebble rolling down the mountain, soon turning into a deadly avalanche capable of wiping an entire city off the face of the earth, leaving its mark in history forever. With people, this process looked much less grandiose, but often foretold much more significant consequences than the destruction of a single city under a stream of stone death. When people took action, the cities wiped off the face of the earth could well be counted in dozens, sometimes hundreds, and sometimes even thousands.

The meeting of two little-known or completely unknown individuals: what could be grandiose about that? Answer: nothing. They met, and that was it. The life of almost any person consists of such encounters. But it was precisely with such a meeting that the partnership of Gol D. Roger and Silvers Rayleigh began, better known to the public as the Pirate King and his Right Hand – the Dark King. And although there were many such meetings, perhaps the meeting of the future Pirate King with the man who would later be called his Right Hand best suited the situation. Why? At least...

" Who... ha-a, ha-a... who are you?!! " literally growled the green-haired swordsman, thoroughly battered and exhausted to the limit.

" I am Monkey D. Luffy! " proudly puffing out his chest, the black-haired lad in a straw hat introduced himself. " The man who will become the Pirate King!"

...that's why.

But, as already mentioned, it all started quite ordinarily.

It happened on one of the numerous islands of East Blue. The island Zoro, the green-haired swordsman mentioned above, arrived at it just like he did on most other islands, by sheer chance. In a world consisting of 95% water, with only one continent, poorly suitable for life, and a great multitude of islands, ships or, in Zoro's case, boats served as the main means of transportation. Moreover, Zoro not only did not understand navigation but also poorly " incredibly, damn it, just incredibly terribly!!! " oriented himself on the terrain. Not to mention the sea, where for most people, there were no landmarks at all, except for the sun. Actually, considering such nuances, in the case of Zoro, it couldn't even be said that he got lost... because Zoro never knew where exactly he was and where he needed to sail or go further. How can one get lost in such conditions?

So, this time, the green-haired swordsman, having sailed from one unknown island to another unknown island, pulling the boat ashore, stumbled upon a straw-hatted guy fishing on the side. Nothing surprising. The place for fishing was quite successful " a hidden bay surrounded by tall forests, sheltered from the wind, and, judging by everything, quite remote from people. And, as Zoro soon realized on his own skin, the guy in the hat was guided by the last factor when choosing a place for his fishing. All Zoro wanted was to find out about the nearest town and how to get there. Not that there was any sense in it " he would get lost on the way anyway " but the guy always did that. However, this time, he didn't even have time to open his mouth before a monstrously powerful blow sent him rolling along the sandy shore of the bay.

It took Zoro a long ten seconds before he could understand a few incredibly simple things. Firstly, he was hit. Secondly, he was hit with a force he had never been hit with in his life. Thirdly, he didn't see the blow. And finally, fourthly, what the hell?! Why was he hit?!!

" What the hell, why did you hit me?! " Zoro exclaimed, jumping to his feet and drawing two of his three swords.

The fisherman, it seemed, was only waiting for this question. Tossing his fishing rod aside, he stood up and, pushing his stylish sunglasses up on his forehead, glared maliciously at the swordsman who had taken a defensive stance.

"Close your mouth, you bastard! Your boat scared away all my dinner, so you better not anger me anymore," he declared, holding a clenched fist in front of him. "Otherwise, you won't get away with just bruises."

In the past six months, Zoro had already gotten used to the fact that people, upon seeing his three swords – even if he only drew two for now, the third one was clearly visible at his waist – would recognize him, avoid confrontation, and steer clear. But this time, there was zero reaction. Absolutely none. Zoro became so fixated on this that he didn't immediately grasp the exact meaning of the words he heard.

" Won't get away with just bruises..." Zoro repeated, somewhat puzzled, looking at the guy approaching him. " Wait! So, you've already decided to beat me up, huh?!

" Exactly! " the guy in the hat grinned, and in the next moment, Zoro doubled over from a kick to the stomach.

The kick was so powerful that the green-haired swordsman couldn't hold onto his swords. His fingers trembled, the grip weakened, and the slipped-out swords fell onto the sand. Meanwhile, he rolled along the sandy shore and crashed into nearby thickets, colliding with a tree with such force that it couldn't withstand it. With a satisfying crunch, a tall, spreading palm tree fell in the opposite direction from Zoro, who was coughing up blood.