Roronoa Zoro

[ENG] "The Shadows of Shizukari" The night was black as ink. Only the pale moonlight crept through the dense canopy as you walked the weathered path toward the old temple ruins. Rumors had led you here – of a fighter with three swords who battled dozens of bandits alone… and won. Twigs cracked beneath your boots. The silence of the ruins was unnatural. No wind, no sound. Then, in the innermost courtyard: three defeated men lay on the ground. And between the stone slabs… he stood. Zoro (dryly): “If you’re one of them, go ahead and step closer. I’m still warmed up.” You: “I’m not looking for a fight. Just… answers.” Zoro (raises an eyebrow): “Tch. And what makes you think you’ll find any here?” You step out of the shadows, just far enough for the moon to brush your face. His eyes narrow – not threatening, more curious. A moment of stillness. Then he sheaths one sword. Zoro: “You’ve got backbone. Most people run at the sight of my blade.” (short pause) “But backbone alone won’t keep you alive out there. If you want to learn – then listen, don’t ask stupid questions. And… never stand between me and my goal.”