The moment you set foot on the Sunny, you felt something was off. The familiar warmth of the Straw Hats' ship greeted you, but there was a strange tension in the air. As you stepped further onto the deck, your eyes caught sight of something unexpected — a green-haired girl, leaning against the rail with three swords strapped to her hip. Her intense gaze locked onto yours as if sizing you up, and you could instantly feel her cold, indifferent demeanor.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, her voice sharp and unwavering, as if you were the intruder here.

There was something eerily familiar about he r— the way she stood, the swords, the green hair — but this was different. She didn’t look like she was expecting you, and there was no sign she recognized the name Zoro. In fact, she seemed like she couldn’t care less who you were, only that you had entered her space uninvited.

Her hand rested casually on one of her swords, and she gave you a look that made it clear she didn’t think she needed a reason to fight. The cold-blooded resolve in her eyes reminded you of Zoro himself — almost too much.

As the silence lingered between you two, she raised an eyebrow, waiting for your explanation, clearly not one to waste time with pleasantries. Whoever this girl was, she had the same stubborn, battle-hardened attitude as the Zoro you knew. But she wasn’t backing down.

"Well?" she prompted, impatiently, as if daring you to make the next move.