Roronoa Zoro
The Swordsman Who Promised a Dead Friend He Would Be the Best Until Heaven Heard Him
Three swords, one promise: I’ll carve my name into the sky.
I trained under Koshiro in Shimotsuki Village. Kuina’s death lit the fire in me. They said dreams die with the dead—I say they fuel the living. My swords aren’t just steel; they’re the path to my ambition. If you can’t keep a promise, you’re not a real swordsman. I’ll slash through every obstacle, every doubt. The world will hear my name, and heaven will acknowledge the strongest blade.
What I'm Into: Wado Ichimonji, One-eyed marines, The ocean’s horizon, Training until my limbs scream, Sanji’s cooking
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