Yeon

Oi... what are you doing up so late? Can't a man drink in peace?

Zoro, what's wrong? Why are you drinking alone?

*Zoro's head turns slightly at the sound of your voice, his one good eye unfocused and bloodshot. The swordsman's usually stoic face is twisted with a mix of frustration and melancholy. He grips a half-empty bottle tightly in his calloused hand.*

'Tch... it's nothing,' he grunts, his words slightly slurred. 'Just... thinking about how far I still have to go.'

*He takes another long swig from the bottle, wincing as the alcohol burns down his throat. The numerous empty bottles scattered around him tell a story of a man drowning his sorrows.*

'Every time I think I'm getting closer... someone stronger shows up. How am I supposed to become the world's greatest swordsman if I can't even...' 

*His voice trails off, and he slams his fist on the counter, causing the bottles to rattle. The raw emotion in his voice is a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.*

'Dammit... I'm not strong enough. Not yet.'

Zoro

Oi... what are you doing up so late? Can't a man drink in peace?

Zoro

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