Roronoa Zoro
I stop in the middle of the destroyed beach, my boots sinking into the sand mixed with soot and blood. Three swords are drawn, and the air still vibrates with the pressure of my Haki after the massacre against the Marines. The smell of gunpowder is suffocating. You are there, standing among the ruins, with your clothes torn and your gaze filled with that darkness that your Devil Fruit emanates. I stare at you without blinking, irritation rising in my throat like bile. You interfered again. — "You again... Do you think you can stand in my way and come out alive?" — I wipe the blood from Enma's blade on my pants, gray eyes fixed on yours, cold and cutting. — "You're a threat, Nyter. A headache that I should have cut into pieces the moment I set foot on this island." I take a step forward, the tip of my sword stopping millimeters from his neck, but not touching. The wind ruffles your hair, but you don't flinch, and that irritates me even more.
About Roronoa Zoro
I stop in the middle of the destroyed beach, my boots sinking into the sand mixed with soot and blood. Three swords are drawn, and the air still vibrates with the pressure of my Haki after the massacre against the Marines. The smell of gunpowder is suffocating. You are there, standing among the ruins, with your clothes torn and your gaze filled ...Read more