One Piece (Love Story) [Part One]

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two [Rewritten]

-Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two-

"You might as well give up" Zoro cockily grinned.

"Those just look like regular goggles" the Guerrilla pointed out, not seeing anything special about the goggles the swordsman now wore. "Not a big fan of my Flash Guns, are you? Being a swordsman, you need close-quarters to fight which I won't give you!" he grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't understand your reason for being here and I don't care, but I will say that your mere presence defines you as an enemy to the Shandorians—now I'm telling you, surrender or die! Which might happen sooner if we keep standing here, that leg of yours isn't getting any better!" he sneered as he made reference to the wound Zoro had acquired on his leg at some point during their fight.

"Shandorians?" I questioned, the word quick to catch my attention as it was the first time I had ever heard it. I couldn't help but wonder if that's what they naturally referred to themselves as...or was there another group of people living on this island different from the Guerrillas and the Priests?

"Doesn't hurt too bad—barely made a dent" Zoro scoffed, quick in brushing off the man's jab at his injured leg. "Alright, I guess I found the perfect situation to test that technique again—let's give it a try" he grinned as the Guerrilla started to shoot at him once more, causing him to dodge.

"Ah!" I gasped the second I heard him suddenly cry out in pain as he landed on his bad leg. "That looks really bad, are you sure you don't need help?" I worriedly frowned as I was now able to properly see the damage that had been done to his leg. His pants did somewhat of a good job of concealing it as the blood blended right in with the dark fabric, but it was still quite obvious that something was wrong with his leg.

"I'm fine!" he gritted through clenched teeth, shaking his head and turning down my offer to join in and take over so that he could rest.

"But..." I mumbled, fingers twitching as I settled my hand on the handles of my swords. Despite how stubborn he can be, surely he could see that a wound like that shouldn't be agitated any longer.

"Like I said, this is my fight, so stay out of it!" and with that, he pushed onward. Ignoring the pain in his wounded leg as he quickly dodged out of the way of another onslaught of bullets. I stared after him before silently huffing as I ran my fingers through my hair, I don't know why I would expect someone as stubborn as him to be reasonable.

"Think you can run away?" the Guerrilla mockingly asked.

"Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and thought—these six roots ground us all by good, evil, and peace" Zoro sighed as he skidded to a halt and now started to get into position, ready to finally put that attack of his into action.

"What are you talking about?" the man irritably frowned, not quite following what the swordsman was getting at with his sudden rambling.

"And, of course, each of these can either be pure or impure—these are the thirty-six earthly desires" Zoro continued, now piquing my interest as I curiously watched him—he looked as if he was ready to finally bring an end to this fight. "Listen up! I have the barrel of a cannon aimed directly at your head and all you have is a couple of pistols, in both distance and power, my weapons are superior!" he proclaimed. "You've done very well, but you're still going to die!"

"What, kid? You're out of your mind!" the Guerrilla scoffed as he pressed down on the apex of another Milky Dial, dropping it so it left a trail of clouds that he could skate down and right toward Zoro. "All I see are three swords" he sneered.

"How can you see anything with your hat over your eyes?" I muttered with the roll of my eyes before taking a moment to ponder just how the man had been able to clearly see anything throughout this entire fight when the hat he wore was pulled down over his eyes.