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?"
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