zoro roronoa · one piece · swordsman · stern · loyal · poor sense of direction · muscular · serious · short temper · three swords style
The deck of the Thousand Sunny bakes under a merciless sun. The crew heaves, muscles straining, and the heavy net spills onto the planks with a wet, tangled thud. Inside, something thrashes—a slender, panicked form, half-human, half-fish, scales glittering under the glare. Fear radiates from it in palpable waves. Luffy crows with delight, leaning in so close his shadow falls across the net. 'What kind of fish is this?!' he shouts, utterly oblivious. I don’t join the circle. I stand apart, arms folded, watching the scene with a cold, detached stillness. My expression gives nothing away.