Promised is promised


Main character: Zorro, Kuina, Johnny, Yosaku
Genre: friendship
Age restriction: P16
Type: One Shot

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It was already a few years after Kuina's death and, like pretty much every day, Zorro sat quietly in front of her grave and meditated. He had his goal in mind, he had given her a promise that he wanted to keep at all costs. His decision was made, he could no longer stay on the island, otherwise it would never happen that he just happened to meet Falconeye in his home village and defeat him. No, that would be idiotic, he had to go to sea and sail around, Falkenseye was a pirate and so the sea was his home, so Zorro also had to go out to sea. This was the only way he could fulfill his dream and at the same time his promise and pay his last respects to Kuina.
As always, he had his swords attached to his green combat belt, his three earrings jingled softly when a gust of wind played around Zorro and the grave of Kuina. He still kept his eyes closed and no sign of life was heard or seen from him, except his calm and steady breathing. The flowers that decorated the grave danced softly to the beat of the wind and Zorro could also hear the rustling of the leaves from the trees and bushes.
He trained for years to defeat Kuina at least once, but he always lost 2001 times, he was already impressed by Kuina, but never wanted to show it. He didn't want to say that Kuina was right either, he knew that women were naturally weaker, at least in sword fighting, but he knew that they were more flexible, which made up for it all. Still, Kuina would have come a long way in his eyes, but that was the past.
Zorro slowly opened his eyes again and fixed the grave in front of him with a serious expression typical for him. He would sit here one last time, pray for her one last time, and see her one last time. Quietly and quietly he pulled himself out of his cross-legged position and straightened up, briefly he closed his eyes once more to leave her with another booze in his mind.

* I'll make it Kuina, you'll see. One day I will become the best swordsman in the world and I will deliver you from your suffering. Take care .... Kuina. *, he thought quietly and quietly, looked briefly at her grave and then up at the cloudless sky.

Slowly he turns around, with heavy and threatening steps he slowly ran away from the grave. He still couldn't quite believe it, she had simply died and there was nothing he could do, he had made such reproaches, but the sword, Kuina's sword, always calmed him down. The sword felt to him as if Kuina was still with him, it felt safe and just plain good. This sword was his greatest sanctuary, if he ever lost it he would also lose his dream, his faith and his childhood friend.Kuina's sword had already become a part for Zorro and sometimes he had the feeling to hear, see and feel Kuina. A part of Kuina was always with him and he would never want to lose it.
When he got to the dojo, he went straight to his room and shouldered his bag. He didn't have a lot of possessions, but he was only human and needed the most important things to survive. When he got to the front door of his room, he turned around and looked at the room carefully. He was grateful to his master for so many things, Zorro had never met his real family and he didn't want it in retrospect either, he would never want to see the people who had let him down. Maybe they weren't even alive anymore? But Zorro didn't worry about it any more, he didn't care what had happened to his parents or whether he still had any.
Back at his usual pace, he turned from the room and walked through the training hall towards the exit. Here and there his eyes flickered across the room, but he wasn't a man of big goodbyes or feelings.
His boots stamped gently on the ground in a certain way, his swords clinked together with every step he took and the earrings tinkled softly, like bright bells, on his ear. All together it resulted in a quiet song that only Zorro knew and he only knew the beat.
Just as he got to the door frame, he stopped. He felt a warmth and aura of another person behind him and he knew immediately who it was, he tilted his head slightly to the side so that he could peer over his shoulder, a typical Zorro smile crept onto his lips.

`` You were a good student, Zorro. But here our ways seem to part. 'said the person behind him in a soft and manly voice.
`` Looks like it, master. Thanks. 'said Zorro in his typical disinterested tone.

Zorro was not a man of big words. But his master knew this, after all, he had trained Zorro for years and already knew him inside out, which is why he only smiled, he was glad that he could at least hear a `` thank you '' from Zorro, after all, Zorro spoke this Don't say the word out very often. Some thought that this word wasn't even in his vocabulary.

`` Make me proud and pay my last respects to my daughter ... Zorro ... you will make it, we are all behind you. 'said Zorro's master, before he too turned and disappeared. He knew that he would get no further answer from Zorro.

Zorro grinned even wider and looked straight ahead again. He was walking along a forest path that led directly to the beach. His master had given him a boat so he could go straight away. From a distance he could already see the boat lying on the beach, but suddenly he stopped. A faint rustling came from the side to his ear, reflexively he pulled his Wado-Ichi-Monji, grabbed the person who quickly jumped up by the collar, pressed him against the nearest tree trunk and held the tip of the sword at its throat.His expression turned dark and very threatening until Zorro realized who he had attacked. Behind him he heard a man shouting hysterically and only a few seconds later Zorro was grabbed by the shoulder. Zorro let the other man, whom he had pressed against the tree trunk, slide onto the ground and calmly shoved his sword back into its sheath. Meanwhile he was let go again and in front of him stood two pale and extremely angry men.
Zorro crossed his arms over his chest and listened disinterestedly to the sermon he received from the two men, while Zorro had his typical facial expression.

`` Brother Zorro, what was that, you almost killed Yosaku! ... '' said the man with the slightly tanned skin and the short black hair.
`` You scared me to death! Are you crazy?! ... '' said the second man with the paler skin and the stubble hair.

Both of them cursed Zorro even more, at first he didn't mind that much, but at some point his vein of anger began to twitch dangerously.

`` Now listen to me! Your own fault if you follow me, you know exactly how I react to something like that! Why are you following me at all !? 'shouted Zorro angrily at them and looked menacingly at both of them.

The two men who turned out to be Johnny and Yosaku immediately fell silent and didn't utter a single sound. Zorro gave both of them a deadly look before he turned around and ran back towards the beach, he knew that he was being followed by his two dojo friends again, but pretended to be air. Again and again Johnny and Yosaku persuaded Zorro that he shouldn't go, that they would be bored then and that their master would lose his best student, but all of this couldn't prevent Zorro from making his decision. If Zorro had a goal in mind and made a promise, then there was no stopping him, and if it was a combination of the two, then you couldn't make it. Johnny and Yosaku knew that too, they were his friends and knew everything about Zorro, but they didn't want to lose Zorro.
After a while the three of them arrived at a part of the beach that was very remote from the village. Whatever Zorro's intention, he never liked goodbyes and since the village was so small, everyone knew them inside and out, the villagers would certainly have made a drama out of Zorro's leaving and Zorro simply can't and can't stand something like that. Yes, Zorro was known in his village because he had always been admired for his strength. Zorro was the youngest of the dojo and yet the best student his master ever had, apart from Kuina.
A small boat, a one-masted boat to be precise, lay on the beach of the small island. Zorro immediately threw his backpack into the boat and pushed it into the water. He got in and was about to sail, but he couldn't do that to his friends again, just leave them without at least giving them a little goodbye.So he turned around with a loud sigh and saw two men lying on the ground who just whimpered to themselves.

`` Now it's good! What kind of creeps are you guys ?! You are now the strongest in the dojo, so please behave like that! 'said Zorro to them in a threatening and annoyed tone.

Immediately the two of them jumped up and saluted Zorro, which they always did when Zorro ordered them to do something or gave them their opinion. Zorro had resigned himself to it over the years and allowed it, he also allowed him to be called her `` brother '', which initially annoyed Zorro, but he gave up over time. They also grew up together in a dojo and saw each other every day, which is why Zorro allowed them to call him that.

`` Who says we'll never meet again? You always see each other twice in life, so I am convinced that I will see you creeps again. Well then, see you. 'said Zorro in his disinterested tone.

He turned around and set the sails, just before he really set off, he made a short and simple gesture that says as much as `` Yes, yes, bye ''.
Zorro lay down immediately, put his swords next to him, leaned his head against the edge of the ship, crossed his arms behind his head and dozed off after a few minutes. But before he sank completely into the land of dreams, he heard the last call of his combat partners.

`` We will surely see each other again, brother Zorro! 'shouted Johnny