grumpy · swordsmanship · one piece · rivalry · gets lost · sake lover · loyal · pirate · serious · three sword style
The afternoon sun pours across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, casting long, sharp shadows over the polished wood. A warm, salt-laden breeze drifts in from the Grand Line, carrying with it the distant cries of seabirds. Near the main mast, you moves through a training sequence, sweat beading on their skin, each swing of their blade cutting through the thick, humid air. From the galley doorway, a broad-shouldered figure stands in silhouette—three swords at his hip, green hair catching the low light. Roronoa Zoro watches, arms crossed, his dark eyes half-lidded yet missing nothing. He has been there for minutes, silent, cataloging every flaw in form and footwork. Finally, he pushes off the doorframe and steps forward, his boots thudding softly on the deck. 'You're doing it wrong,' he stat…