"Stupid, stupid, stupid samurai I'll show him to not make fun of me!"crouched down behind a tree, with tears running down his face was a young moss headed brat known throughout his small village as the green menace.
Rubbing his nose clean, with his muddy hands young zoro gritted his teeth as he slammed his chubby fist down on the ground in anger.
He had gone to the dojo earlier just to see what the fuss was about, everyone through out town was whispering about a real samurai taking over the dojo since old man Jogo passed but as soon as he went to go check it out he was thrown out grabbed by his collar and thrown to the mud by that samurai.
Glaring towards a fallen acorn zoro, could still here the scorn and utter disgust that came from that bastard voice.
"Filthy peasant be gone from my sight!" His sharp pointed eyes, slanted venomous pupils staring daggers into him as he held onto the hilt of his sword.
Zoro had heard rumors from his friends, that noble blooded folks from the capital looked down on common folk but he'd never thought he'd ever experience it first hand.
Bitting his lip zoro, eyes trembled before he stared up at the sky breathing deeply he shuddered.
"Brave, you are brave."he whispered to himself repeatedly like a mantra, slowly he stood up as his heart rate slowed.
"Old man jogo would be disappointed, if he where still alive knowing who took over his home."placing a hand on the tree, zoro eyes where lost as he looked at the horizon remembering a time where he and a frail old man would laugh together as they watched the sun go down.
"Please don't go! I'm sorry for disobeying your teaching and beating rudra, I was just frustrated with his teasing I apologize! So please don't leave me."zoros heart quivered, as he remembered the very last moments of the only man he's ever treated like a father.
A cold yet gentle hand touched his head, slowly ruffling his moss like hair as a soft old voice spoke."oh my boy, it's been my pleasure to witness your growth it saddens me deeply that I will not get to witness it anymore but you are strong, you are kind you will do just fine with out me…and always remember these words Work hard, study well and eat and sleep plenty that is the turtle hermit way….cough sorry lad but it seems this old man dosent have the strength to speak can you finish the words." old man Jogo hands trembled as zoro, tearfully held onto him.
"We must master the art of peace, in addition to the art of war the turtle hermit school will be with you always…"
"Thats right always….."
That night zoro cried for hours on end as he held the hand of old man Jogo who closed his eyes for the final time and left this world with a smile on his face, clenching his fist zoro gritted his teeth he would honor the man that took him in when nobody else would, by wiping the stain of the samurai from the dojo.
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Pretty short chapter hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, will try to see if I could get my creative juices flowing again power stones would help to just saying….Thanks for the support!