The fog was thick. Thicker than usual.
Roronoa Zoro adjusted the three swords at his hip, his single eye scanning the white mist surrounding him. He scratched the back of his green-haired head, annoyance bubbling in his chest.
"Damn it," he grumbled, his voice rough. "Where did everyone go? Luffy said the rendezvous point was past the big tree. Or was it the rock?"
He looked to his left. A tree.
He looked to his right. A rock.
"Tch. Useless captain. He probably got lost."
Confident in his direction—which was objectively wrong—Zoro marched forward. He pushed through a particularly dense patch of fog, expecting to see the wastelands of Wano.
Instead, he stepped onto... asphalt?
HONK! HONK!
"Watch it, you green idiot!"
Zoro blinked. The fog vanished instantly, replaced by the blinding glare of a midday sun. He wasn't in Wano anymore. He was standing in the middle of a busy intersection. Massive glass buildings scraped the sky, giant screens played colorful advertisements, and strange metal carriages (cars) were zooming past him.
"What is this place?" Zoro muttered, hand instinctively gripping the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. "Is this Kaido's base? It's too... clean."
People on the sidewalk were staring. Some pointed at his haramaki, others at the three swords.
"Is that a cosplayer?" one teenager whispered.
"He looks scary..." said another.
Zoro ignored them. He needed high ground.
He jumped, easily clearing a ten-story building with pure physical strength, landing on a rooftop. The view confirmed it: this definitely wasn't Wano.
BOOM!
An explosion rocked the street below. Smoke billowed two blocks away.
Zoro narrowed his eye. "Finally. Something makes sense. A fight."
Down below, a villain with sludge-like skin was rampaging, tossing cars aside. "Where are the Heroes?!" a civilian screamed.
Zoro sighed. "So noisy."
He jumped down, landing directly between the sludge villain and a group of terrified civilians. The pavement cracked under his boots.
The villain laughed, his voice wet and gurgling. "A Hero? You look like a lost samurai! Die!"
The sludge shot forward like a cannonball.
Zoro didn't flinch. He didn't even draw a sword fully. He just clicked his tongue.
"Mutoryu (No Sword Style)..."
As the sludge wave was inches from his face, Zoro spun.
"Tatsu Maki (Dragon Twister)!"
A massive gust of wind, generated purely by the force of his spin, erupted. It wasn't just wind; it was a shockwave. The sludge villain was blasted backward, splattering against a concrete wall, unconscious instantly.
The street went silent.
The "Quirk" didn't emit light. It didn't emit fire. It was just raw, terrifying power.
Zoro looked around at the stunned crowd.
"Hey," he called out to a frozen bystander. "Which way to the docks? I have a ship to catch."