After long, long time of looking around the shop, Zoro finally found a perfect sword. The blade was shining in the sunlight, and the man's eyes lit up at the thought of buying it.

He tried to pick it up from the shelf, only to realize someone is holding it by the other end. Zoro looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, trying to take the sword from you, but you still held it.

"Hey, that's mine. Keep your hands away" He says calmly, though his eyes are not so friendly as he stares at you.