Supreme Swordsman Zoro

Zoro tightened the ropes around his shoulders to make sure his swords wouldn't fall off, he did with such ease that it seemed like he did it countless times, the experiences of Miyamoto helping him in this regard as well.

Zoro looked at the bunch of wooden swords on the ground and scoffed thinking he didn't need them at all anymore now that he got enlightened to swordsmanship, he thought he was already a hotshot by now, even though he didn't think he was the greatest swordsman he already thought of himself as an expert.

Zoro started to walk away from his training spot in a forest nearby the village he was abandoned in, Zoro was a child with no father or mother and he lived day by day by hunting and gathering wild fruit and plants when he was a baby he lived with the help of an old couple who passed away some years later.

Zoro made his way towards the cemetery where he kneeled towards two unnamed graves where he started to talk:

"Grandpa, Grandma I have achieved enlightenment of the sword and now I will go and challenge the nearby dojo's to temper myself! I will one day become the strongest swordsman in the world and achieve my dream, for now, I will have to leave so I won't be able to visit you anymore, I hope you will forgive me." Zoro bowed towards the graves and lit some makeshift incense he took out from his pants pockets. He created the incense out of some special wood he found in the forest along with some animal fat and wild berries, he learned how to do it from a hunter from the village when he asked why other people were lighting incense on one of his visits.

Zoro was broke so he couldn't buy any incense even if he wanted to, there was no job he could do properly all he knew was to fight and there was no such job for him in the tiny village, the dojo also didn't pay anything and all it did was give food time to time, there was also a fee needed to join the dojo.

Zoro decided to challenge the village's dojo first to get revenge on the people who bullied him a few years ago when he asked them to teach him how to handle a sword, they told him he would be a worthless kid with no talent in the sword but he trained himself every day afterward using unconventional training techniques to temper his body but he was incredibly clumsy up till he hit himself with the sword in the head.

In another universe the moment he hit himself in the head with the bunch of swords he would have lost his sense of direction while losing his clumsiness and gaining a normal balance, however, it was different in this one with the help of Miyamoto's memories and experiences he gained the balance of an experienced swordmaster while fixing his destroyed sense of direction.

Zoro left walking towards the dojo that was located in the middle of the village, it didn't take him much time as the village wasn't big at all, he stayed near the dojo's entrance for a little while calming himself then he shouted:

"I challenge the dojo!"

One a.d.u.l.t and a few children walked outside the dojo and when the man saw Zoro he sneered and said:

"You brat, didn't you like the beating I gave you some years ago? now you came to stir up trouble again?"

Zoro gnashed his teeth as he looked at the man with anger then he said in a low voice:

"I'm not the same as some years ago if you are too much of a p.u.s.s.y to take the challenge I will just destroy your banner right now!" Zoro unsheathed one sword skillfully from his back and took a stance where he put his right foot in front of him and his left foot behind while he kept his sword in front.

The man sneered towards Zoro not recognizing this basic stance from Earth thinking he was bluffing, he unsheathed the sword he always kept by his waist and decided to give Zoro a thorough trashing and throw him out of the village this time, he was a nuisance to him and he ever came back again he decided he would just kill him!

But unfortunately for the man, Zoro came at him at speeds he couldn't register and disarmed him instantly, Zoro looked at the man with a questioning expression then he smiled and said:

"It seems all my training paid up, now your dojo banner is mine!" Zoro didn't even bother to take the banner down he just slashed it from where he stood directly cutting it in two.

The man looked at the sword on the ground then at his hand which was bleeding a little from the strength that Zoro used to forcefully disarm him then he collapsed on the ground in a heap. The children started to surround him crying out:

"Sensei!"

But Zoro didn't care about this at all, he sheathed his sword then left, there was no reason for him to continue staying in the village, it was time for him to go on his own adventure and challenge dojos across the country to temper his techniques!

Zoro wasn't sure what were his limits with the sword he decided to challenge any dojos he came across so he would be able to find them, he didn't know how he compared to the world's greatest swordsman he needed to find someone who had information on him!

Zoro thus started traveling after he got himself enough food by hunting a few boars and making jerky out of them while donating the rest of the meat that he didn't need to the villagers, he also made sure to get enough water and berries so he would have enough food for his journey.

The closest village near Zoro's was about sixty kilometers so he had to walk for quite a while before he would be able to get to it, but Zoro didn't mind he would take it as training, he would also walk on his arms from time to time and tie heavy rocks to his back so he could train better.

From time to time he would use his swords to repeat some katas he would seemingly learn from nowhere but he wasn't bothered by the information his brain was feeding him thinking it was just natural as a swordsmanship enlightened person.

After a few days of walking and training at the same time, Zoro finally got towards his next village where he decided to directly challenge the dojo and move on, just like the last one the a.d.u.l.t teacher of the dojo lost immediately and collapsed like a sack of potatoes afterward, all the inhuman training Zoro did combine with the new swordsmanship techniques he learned from Miyamoto's memories made him a beast comparable to some veteran pirates in strength and maybe even some middle-low ranked marines.

Normal humans with bits of training couldn't do anything to him as he went by villages and challenged their dojos while destroying their banners and reputations, he also resupplied from time to time but some other times he couldn't find any wild game and had to resort to stealing to fill his tummy.

After a while of safe journeys, he finally met the first danger of traveling bandits!

The chief bandit was a muscular man with a mohawk and he was shirtless, on his b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t could be seen multiple tattoos and his cronies wore white face masks, the man growled at Zoro and said:

"Kid those are some nice swords you have on your back, leave them behind and we might just leave you alone this time."

Zoro, of course, wouldn't let his swords behind, he worked hard to get both of them thus the conflict started between the bandit gang and Zoro. Unfortunately for the bandit gang, they chose the wrong target this time Zoro didn't even have to unsheath his second sword before every bandit collapsed on the ground with various sword marks across their body, only the leader was still standing on his feet but after a few seconds Zoro appeared behind him as he sheathed his sword and mumbled:

"One sword style: ten falling lotus petals."

It was one of Miyamoto's executing techniques he mastered during his youth on Earth, Zoro used it on the chief bandit and ended his life swiftly, Zoro wasn't bothered much by the kill he did, he didn't find any problems with it as he did it in self-defense, Zoro didn't have many morals as he grew pretty much alone after his adoptive grandparents deaths, all he knew was the sword and how to survive now.

But he also had his pride and dream so he wasn't truly bereft of morals as he wouldn't attack civilians for no reason, he started to search around the bandit's bodies to find anything of use and he found some pouches of bellies here and there they weren't much at all, only one thousand or two thousand belli enough for him to fill his stomach for a few days, these bandits were really poor!

Fortunately, the bandit chief had a ten thousand belli on him and he also had a bounty of equal value which he could cash in, the man had a wanted poster of himself in his c.h.e.s.t pockets, Zoro guessed it was for bragging rights with his fellow bandits.

Fortunately, Zoro killed the bandits near the village so he didn't have to drag the chiefs bandit body too much, as Zoro dragged the body through the village people started to point and whisper at him out loud and after a few seconds someone gasped:

"Wait for a little, isn't that Willies body?" A commotion appeared in the whole village as Zoro dragged the body towards the prison of the village where he cashed in the bounty, the sheriff from the village frowned as he looked at the body then said:

"Kid I'm not sure if you killed this wanted man or not but you don't have to get the whole body to cash in the bounty, a head is enough as long as it's recognizable, now I have to get rid of the body tsk."

Zoro ignored the man and left the prison to go directly to the local pub of the village where he ate and drank some milk to his heart content, he was still too young for alcohol but he couldn't wait to try it! He was intersted in it as the a.d.u.l.ts all looked happy when they drank it.

Afterward, he paid for his meal and left the pub to find a place where he could sleep, tomorrow he would challenge the dojo that existed in the village!

Koshiro was an average looking male with slicked black hair who wore a grey gi and glasses, he looked outside the window and muttered to himself:

"So the kid who breaks dojos came to our village, let's see if he has what it takes to defeat Kuina."

Afterward, he looked towards the sword that was exposed on the wall. The sword has a pure-white hilt with a circular hand-guard. The sheath is painted white and the type of the blade is a straight blade.

It was his family heirloom the Wado Ichimonji a prized sword known as one of the twenty-one O Wazamono swords, he continued muttering to himself as he looked at the sword:

"Kuina your talent is great, hopefully, you will make better use of the sword unlike me." Then he sighed and became fl.u.s.tered as she heard a girls voice come from outside his room that said:

"Father have you called for me?" Koshiro shook his head inwardly and said out loud:

"No, no Kuina I was just muttering to myself." The girl's voice was heard again:

"Oh ok, then I will be back to practicing my swordsmanship then."

Koshiro agreed to her words then he got back to looking outside the window, he could see Zoro who was perching himself in a nearby tree to sleep, he chose a spot close to the dojo so he could challenge it early.

Koshiro tried to observe Zoro better and he nodded to himself, the young lad had quite a lot of potential he would be a good rival for his daughter.

Zoro just started to sleep soundly in the tree as a snot bubble appeared near his nose while he snored, he didn't know what fate had in store for him.