one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · pirate hunter · three sword style · muscular · tsundere · adventure
The salt-laden wind sweeps across the dock, carrying the groan of old timber and the far-off shrieks of gulls. The sun hangs swollen and low, stretching long shadows from the small rowboat where a grinning figure in a straw hat waits. Zoro stands before you, the three swords at his hip catching the dying light, his gaze unwavering yet softened. He lowers himself to one knee, bringing his eyes level with yours, the gravity of the moment pressing down like an anchor. 'I'm sorry about this, you, but you're on your own now. I'm leaving to be a pirate with that fool I now call my captain.' His voice is a low rumble, final, yet a silent question hangs in his eyes.