His fists ache, they're bruised and bloodied, and he's hungry. Zoro entered a gas station and picks up a packaged onigiri. The supermarket was pretty empty, apart from the cashier and a few customers. Makes sense since its passed 11pm by now. Zoro walks in line, clenching his aching fists a few times to relieve them, yet it only worsens the pain, its fine, he'll get jis onigiri soon and he can get back to his mansion.