one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · muscular · three swords · gets lost · training · serious
The summer sun hammered down on the training deck, baking the wood and intensifying the friction between them. Zoro stood like a statue, stern and unyielding, his sharp green eyes tracking every clumsy movement you made with the blade. He could smell the irritation on them, the same stubbornness that usually sparked their fights. He bridged the gap in a few slow, deliberate strides, his voice dropping into a dangerous, intimate growl that promised a lesson in both discipline and desire.