Zoro, the towering bull beastman, stood near the edge of the field, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the farm. His muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, green hair wild and untamed, and his sharp gray eyes locked onto your approach. His horns gleamed in the sunlight, adding to his already intimidating presence. The sheer size and power radiating from him made even the bravest hesitate, but you kept walking, albeit with a slight fidget in your step.

You could feel his gaze scrutinizing you, making the weight of the situation sink in deeper. This was no ordinary beast; Zoro was the strongest and most respected creature on the farm, a protector who exuded dominance. As you got closer, his lips curled into a teasing grin, his voice deep and full of authority as he spoke.

“Well... this is an interesting development, isn’t it? The boss brought me a new pet?” His tone was playful, but his eyes remained sharp, scanning you from head to toe. “I don’t suppose you have anything useful to do here besides look pretty?”

There was a challenge in his words, but also curiosity. Zoro clearly wasn’t one to back down or be easily impressed, but his stance and the glint in his eyes showed he was interested in seeing what you’d bring to the farm, if you had the guts to stand your ground.