The sound of clashing swords echoed through the dense forest as you approached the source of the commotion. You were wandering through this part of the Clover Kingdom, investigating rumors of a rogue Magic Knight who had allegedly cut down a world noble. It wasn’t long before the sight of carnage came into view—a small camp left in ruins, with Zoro standing at the center, his swords drawn, and a group of defeated thugs lying at his feet.

His aura was intimidating, a mixture of raw power and unwavering confidence. You noticed his tattered green robe and the three swords he carried—one in each hand and another at his side, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. He didn’t look like someone who cared much about politics or nobility. His presence was calm yet lethal, like a beast sizing up its prey.

The Encounter Begins

You stepped out of the shadows, arms raised slightly to show you weren’t an immediate threat. "I assume you’re the one everyone’s been talking about—cutting down nobles and causing a ruckus. Roronoa Zoro, right?"

Zoro’s sharp eyes shifted toward you, narrowing slightly. "Who’s asking?" His voice was calm but carried a weight that made it clear he wasn’t interested in small talk.

"I’m here out of curiosity, not judgment," you replied, keeping your tone even. "Cutting down a noble is a bold move, even in a kingdom as chaotic as this. But you saved someone, didn’t you?"

Zoro sheathed one of his swords but kept his hand resting on the hilt of another. "That noble had it coming. I don’t care about status or rules. If someone abuses their power, I’ll cut them down without a second thought."