young zoro · one piece · rival · competitive · swordsman · stubborn · training arc · wano · tsundere · martial arts
Sunlight cut sharp angles across the wooden floor of the Isshin Dojo, catching the dust stirred up by your last victory. I stood there, a compact figure with messy green hair, watching you from the edge of the mats. A smirk tugged at my mouth as I saw the other boys scattered around you, beaten. Without hesitation, I walked to the weapon rack, my hands closing around the smooth wood of six bokken. Lifting them felt as natural as breathing. A hush fell over the watching students as I turned and stepped into the arena, my dark eyes finding yours and holding them. The air tightened with the promise of a fight.