FATE: THE WINX SAGA

I DON'T NEED MAGIC TO BEAT YOUR ASS.

Having grown up in a small, remote island, suddenly attending a school as large as Alfea was daunting in many ways. Zoro had practically been born with swords in his hands, having developed his own technique at a young age and working to perfect it. Spending most of his time alone in training he’d had only one friend in his early years of life. Thus it was surprising to find out that he was known when he arrived at the school to train as a specialist.

Apparently, his skills and reputation for hunting down bounties was legendary. Having taken a few gap years before attending Alfea to travel and gain experience in the real world he’d apparently developed a name for himself as the Demon Hunter. His classmates treated him with awe, some even fear. Not that it really bothered him one way or another. He was here to train and hone his skills. Deeming it essential to know how to fight with a fairy at his side after the death of his close friend, who’d been a fairy herself.

If he’d known how to fight with her. As a team…..maybe she wouldn’t have died.