It was ten years ago to this day. A bright day on the island of Jaya. Rokuju was disembarking from the Germa 66 fleet that had just docked this morning. A dozen ships lined the bay, the immense presence from the army dwarfing the small residence called Mock Town. The Vinsmokes stepped off their craft and onto solid ground. Venus, Rokuju’s mother, walked ahead towards the town. There were a few fisherman and wharf officials out today, and they promptly made way for the woman. It was like she didn’t see them, passing them by like they were another ant on the ground.
Her little brother, Goji was next to her. A boy of ten years old strutted the length of the wooden floorboards like he owned the place. The last member who was present was her big brother, Shichiji. He was looking over at Ro, waiting patiently for her to catch up to the group. Shichiji was seventeen years old at this time, and already he was the size of a man. Ro had once overheard her mother talking into a den den mushi about his progress, telling her father about how he was already beginning to get the grayish metallic colour of busoshoku haki on his skin. A natural talent was an understatement. And it wasn’t only him, Ro had been born into a family of monsters.
They lived prosperous lives, to say the least. They were nobility, and lived a life of luxury. But the children of the Vinsmoke household were expected to lead the Germa army and to be strong and capable dictators. This is where Ro was labelled as unpromising. She didn’t take to combat as naturally as her siblings, even if she did have the same pride in her family name as the others. She was just a little twelve year old girl that wanted to make stuff.
“Oh, I left my things on the boat. Go ahead and I’ll catch up.” She called to Shichiji. Ro boarded the boat and went into the cabin to retrieve the little metallic nicknack that she had chosen as her most recent project. Disembarking once more, her focus was tuned on twisting the wire into shape so that they would slot into the receiver. She didn’t see the board that had come loose. She tripped on it, then losing her grip on the object, it sailed through the air and down onto a lower platform. Looking down at her precious contraption, she decided to go retrieve it. Arm after arm she climbed over the railing and down onto the lower level of the wharf.
Her little brother, Goji was next to her. A boy of ten years old strutted the length of the wooden floorboards like he owned the place. The last member who was present was her big brother, Shichiji. He was looking over at Ro, waiting patiently for her to catch up to the group. Shichiji was seventeen years old at this time, and already he was the size of a man. Ro had once overheard her mother talking into a den den mushi about his progress, telling her father about how he was already beginning to get the grayish metallic colour of busoshoku haki on his skin. A natural talent was an understatement. And it wasn’t only him, Ro had been born into a family of monsters.
They lived prosperous lives, to say the least. They were nobility, and lived a life of luxury. But the children of the Vinsmoke household were expected to lead the Germa army and to be strong and capable dictators. This is where Ro was labelled as unpromising. She didn’t take to combat as naturally as her siblings, even if she did have the same pride in her family name as the others. She was just a little twelve year old girl that wanted to make stuff.
“Oh, I left my things on the boat. Go ahead and I’ll catch up.” She called to Shichiji. Ro boarded the boat and went into the cabin to retrieve the little metallic nicknack that she had chosen as her most recent project. Disembarking once more, her focus was tuned on twisting the wire into shape so that they would slot into the receiver. She didn’t see the board that had come loose. She tripped on it, then losing her grip on the object, it sailed through the air and down onto a lower platform. Looking down at her precious contraption, she decided to go retrieve it. Arm after arm she climbed over the railing and down onto the lower level of the wharf.