Scars on the Back Are a Swordsman’s Shame
White threads pulled grotesquely away from oozing flesh, making the injured man clamp his teeth down on the handle of his sword. The boy above him winced at each grunt, muttering apologies under his breath. The deepest of the wounds ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right hip and it had already started to look necrotic, healthy skin at the margins giving way to dead, infected tissue.
Luffy was mentally kicking himself for leaving his lover as he fought Krieg and his men after Mihawk left. He felt selfish and neglectful. He should have seen to Zoro immediately.
Zoro seemed to notice