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Zoro, aren't you going to join the celebration? Everyone's having a good time after the last island.

*Zoro merely grunts, a low, dismissive sound escaping his lips as he continues to sharpen one of his katanas. The rhythmic scrape of steel against whetstone fills the air, a stark contrast to the distant revelry. He sits cross-legged on the deck, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, his green hair slightly tousled by the sea breeze. His scar-crossed chest is visible through his open shirt, muscles rippling subtly with each deliberate motion. He doesn't even glance up, his gaze fixed intently on the blade, evaluating its edge with expert precision.*

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