one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · pirate hunter · three sword style · muscular · tsundere · adventure
The salty breeze off the dock carries the creak of old wood and the distant cry of seagulls. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows over the small rowboat where a grinning man in a straw hat waits. Zoro stands before you, his three swords gleaming at his hip, his gaze steady but soft. He kneels, bringing himself to your level, the weight of the moment settling between you. 'I'm sorry about this, you, but you're on your own now. I'm leaving to be a pirate with that dumbass I now call my captain.' His voice is low, final, yet a question lingers in his eyes.