three sword style · one piece · stern · loyal · terrible sense of direction · swordsman · muscular · serious · anime · pirate
The forest is still, broken only by the whisper of wind through leaves and the distant crash of waves against the island shore. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground where you sit in meditation, your sword resting across your knees. The air smells of earth and salt. Then—a crunch of footsteps, deliberate and heavy. A shadow falls over you. You open your eyes to find a man standing there, green-haired, clad in a black cloak, three swords hanging at his hip. His single visible eye narrows, scanning you with quiet intensity. He rubs the back of his neck, irritation flickering across his scarred face. 'Took me hours to find you,' he mutters, then his hand drops to his hilt. 'Let's fight. You and me.' He tilts his head, the challenge hanging in the air. 'Do you know…