The Swordsman's Cat ( Zoro X Reader)

Chapter 23 : Berserker Mode

Chapter 23 : Berserker Mode

The room exuded a silent, eerie ambiance, shrouded in a mysterious stillness that seemed to breathe history. Amidst this atmosphere, the sound of pages flipping in a book and the gentle scratch of a quill against parchment reverberated, creating a sense of activity amidst the quietude.

Dim light emitted from the chandeliers, casting a soft glow upon the array of shelves and furniture. The space was adorned with an abundance of books, scrolls, and papers scattered across the floor in what appeared to be a meticulously organized chaos.

Each item seemed to have found its place in this peculiar, almost poetic mess.

At the heart of this enigmatic tableau was you, surrounded by the intellectual debris of your pursuits. You sat amidst the scattered knowledge, your eyes carefully scanning each note you had meticulously taken.

The range of subjects was vast and fascinating, spanning from the depths of demonology to the intricate history of nekomatas, and delving into the biological intricacies of your ancestors.

Your appearance mirrored the aura of dedication and focus that filled the room. Your hair was neatly tied into a bun, allowing your features to be highlighted. Adorned in a simple black crop top hoodie and a pair of snug black leggings, you exuded an air of scholarly determination.

The absence of shoes was a testament to your excitement, having been so engrossed in your research that you'd forgotten this mundane detail.

Yet, your fingerless gloves and sea stone cuffs adorned your hands and wrists, a solemn promise made to your father.

In this atmospheric sanctuary of knowledge, the fusion of your scholarly pursuits and familial commitments intertwined seamlessly, painting a picture of passion, purpose, and a thirst for understanding the enigmatic realms that surrounded you.

Your contemplative expression deepened as you delved into the scrolls and charts spread out before you. Your father's words echoed in your mind, affirming the rarity of a nine-tailed nekomata, a creature shrouded in mystery and veiled in obscurity for generations.

It was a puzzle that had long intrigued you.

With a thoughtful sigh, you shifted your posture, crossing your legs and folding your arms as you settled further into your research.

Your head tilted slightly to the side, a subtle display of your intense concentration and determination.

One particular scroll, adorned with intricate illustrations and diagrams detailing the biology of nekomatas, drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

You carefully picked it up, the parchment feeling aged and slightly fragile beneath your fingertips. With deliberate focus, you re-read the contents, each line feeding your insatiable curiosity.

The information within was nothing short of fascinating. It emphasized a direct link between the number of tails a nekomata possessed and the total number of lives it held.

The revelation held a profound significance, and your mind began to spin with questions and hypotheses.

Dracula Y/N had provided some semblance of an answer, but it only deepened the mystery. You whispered softly as if seeking guidance from the past.

"But if Mum had two tails," you mused aloud, "it should have meant she possessed two lives. Why then didn't she revive herself? Dad always said they were mates for life, so wouldn't she have wanted to come back? Or had she already spent her extra lives before meeting Dad?"