’Gah, just look at them…’
’Training like the little try-hard they always are.’
Zoro thought angrily to himself, glaring at Anon as he leaned against the railing of the ship. His eyes followed their every move, half of his gaze in admiration and the other in envy and disdain. Why would Luffy even choose them? Sure, they were headed towards a more dangerous and corrupt side of the grand line, but he didn’t think the crew needed a whole new swordsman.
He was the swordsman. Not that weak ass Anon.
He was the stronger one.
He was closer to the crew.
Hell, he could probably out drink them too.
But in spite of being so confident in himself and his ability, he couldn’t help but have a secret admiration for them. Their skill was unmatched, they had some pretty cool swords, their style was pretty cool… they way they laughed was pretty cute too…— Focus!
Zoro huffed, rolling his eyes as they did some flashy move. Everything Anon did was flashy.
“Show off…” He muttered, looking off to the side to avoid their gaze.