One Piece: Legacy of the Pirate King

Bonus Chapter 2

The land of Wano was once scarred by tyranny, scorched by Kaido's reign—but now it blossomed under peace. Sakura trees lined the roads once more, and children learned the way of the blade not for war… but for honor.

And at the heart of Ringo Province stood the Twin Sword Dojo, where legends trained in silence.

On a quiet morning, the sound of steel echoed in the wind.

Two blades danced in perfect rhythm—one green, one crimson.

Roronoa Zoro stood in the center of the courtyard, his shirt off, sweat dripping down his scarred chest as he matched every swing of the woman across from him.

Her eyes were golden, sharp, focused.

Her name was Taki—a former Wano warrior and Kuina's cousin.

And today, she would become his wife.

Zoro didn't believe in grand ceremonies. No flowers. No nobles. No crowns.

Just swords.

Two katana, placed in the ground at sunrise.

The same ones Kuina and Zoro had trained with as children.

"I want her to be here too," Zoro had said quietly the night before.

Luffy smiled. "She always was."

The wedding was simple.

Held in the dojo courtyard, surrounded by crewmates, samurai, and friends.

Sanji wore a flashy red kimono and kept dabbing his eyes like a drama queen.

"Who knew that mosshead would be the first of us to marry someone who isn't a sword?"

"Shut it, curlybrow," Zoro grumbled, but there was no bite to it.

Taki approached in traditional Wano bridal armor, hair bound with red silk, and her daisho blades strapped to her back. Her expression was calm—until her eyes met Zoro's.

They softened.

And for a moment, time stopped.

Kin'emon led the ceremony.

"Today, two blades become one. May your paths forever intersect, not cross."

Zoro and Taki bowed to each other, then held hands.

There were no vows.

No speeches.

Just eye contact that said more than a thousand words.

And a promise in silence.

Later That Night

Taki sat on the porch beside Zoro, sipping warm sake under the full moon.

He looked at her profile—the way her eyes shimmered like Kuina's, but fiercer.

"You sure about this?" he asked, voice low.

"I've always been sure."

He set down his drink.

And kissed her.

Not rough. Not shy.

Just right.

They didn't need flowers or music.

Their rhythm was made of breath and heartbeat, scars and steel.

Years Later

The dojo echoed with the sound of clashing metal.

"Too slow," Zoro growled, dodging a strike.

A small green-haired girl gritted her teeth and swung again. Two swords flashed, mimicking her father's.

"I'm gonna surpass you someday!" she shouted.

Zoro smirked. "Get in line."

Her name was Rin—named after Kuina's favorite season.

Sharp-tongued. Cold-eyed. Deadly.

She had her father's grit… and her mother's fire.

And one day, she'd become the greatest female swordsman the world had ever known.

Zoro watched her train from the dojo steps, sipping sake, his Wado Ichimonji resting beside him.

"She's gonna be something," he muttered.

Sanji, visiting with his son Lucien, chuckled.

"She already is."

Meanwhile…

Far across the sea, a ripple in time stirred.

And Rin, ten years old, felt it in her bones.

Her swords hummed with it.

Another journey was coming.

And the next generation was ready.