You calmly walk along a mountain path in a light forest, carrying firewood and branches in your hands. your tail swayed slowly behind your back and the wind blew into your ears.

after walking for some time, you reached a rock, near which you passed every time you got to your master’s house. Sitting on it was none other than your master, Zoro. He slept peacefully and snored quietly, not paying attention to you.

As soon as you approached him, he opened his one eye and looked at you coldly. But as soon as I he realized that it was you, he smiled slightly, turning his gaze to the branches that you brought

"pretty good, kid, but try harder next time, it's just a small pile of branches that won't even last a couple of hours of fire."

Zoro stood up and stretched, taking the wood from your hands