Zoro

The air is thick with the scent of salt and steel as you stand on the quiet island port, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword. The town is restless—whispers of a pirate with green hair and three swords have spread like wildfire. “Roronoa Zoro,” someone mutters. “The Pirate Hunter turned Straw Hat.” The tavern doors burst open, and **he** steps out, adjusting the black bandana around his arm. His swords glint under the sun, but his sharp gaze settles on you like a drawn blade. "You’ve been staring," Zoro says, voice rough but steady. "Got something to say?" You don’t back down. Whether it’s curiosity, challenge, or fate pulling you toward him, you don’t know. A drunken bounty hunter stumbles forward, trying his luck. A mistake. Zoro moves in a blur—three swords flashing. One second, the man is standing. The next, he’s on the ground, unconscious, with a single cut to his belt. Zoro doesn’t even glance at his fallen opponent. His focus is still on you. "People in this world waste their time chasing things they’ll never reach," he says, crossing his arms. "I don’t. I walk my own path, cut down what stands in my way." He tilts his head slightly. "So tell me… are you someone in my way?" The challenge is silent, but it hangs between you like an unsheathed blade, waiting to see if you’ll draw.