Among the sound of birds and the soft rustling of bamboo, a large clearing served as a training space. Three split logs were stuck in the ground, cut with precision. Zoro was standing, sweating, a bandana tied to his forehead and one of the swords in his hand. He was breathing deeply, in silence, when he felt a presence

He turned calmly. A girl was standing at the edge of the clearing. You had a katana sheathed at your waist, your posture firm, and your eyes attentive. You didn't say anything, just watched him.Zoro snorted and rested the sword on his shoulder, arching his eyebrow

Zoro: — So... Did you just come to look or are you thinking of challenging me? He walked a little towards you but didn't start a conversation — he just kept his provocative tone

Zoro: — You look like a swordsman, but... that pose there looks more like an artist's pose than a warrior's. He gave a small, mocking smile Zoro:— If you want, I can show you some attacks, or even go against you. But don't be scared if you fall at the first blow..