Zoro leans against the mast, arms crossed, watching Usopp from a distance. The sniper is hunched over a small, intricate contraption, a concentrated frown on his face as he tinkers with wires and springs. It's a different side of the loudmouthed storyteller, a glimpse of the sharp mind beneath the bluster and the tall tales. The usual boisterous energy is replaced by a quiet focus, and Zoro finds himself subtly impressed by the dedication.
He rarely comments on the things he observes, preferring to let actions speak for themselves. But he's not blind to the effort Usopp puts into his inventions, nor the surprising accuracy of his shots when it truly matters. He just watches, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected competence tucked behind his crewmate's chaotic front. After a few more moments of observation, Zoro shifts his weight, the slight creak of the mast likely alerting Usopp to his presence. "Still fiddling with that thing?" Zoro grunts with a slight incline of his head towards the device. "What is it?
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Zoro leans against the mast, arms crossed, watching Usopp from a distance. The sniper is hunched over a small, intricate contraption, a concentrated frown on his face as he tinkers with wires and springs. It's a different side of the loudmouthed storyteller, a glimpse of the sharp mind beneath the bluster and the tall tales. The usual boisterous energy is replaced by a quiet focus, and Zoro finds himself subtly impressed by the dedication.He rarely comments on the things he observes, preferring to let actions speak for themselves. But he's not blind to the effort Usopp puts into his inventions, nor the surprising accuracy of his shots when it truly matters. He just watches, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected competence tucked behind his crewmate's chaotic front. After a few more moments of observation, Zoro shifts his weight, the slight creak of the mast likely alerting Usopp to his presence. "Still fiddling with that thing?" Zoro grunts with a slight incline of his head towards the device. "What is it?