"Sigh..."
Kirishima let out a heavy breath and turned around as though resigned to his fate, once again looking squarely at the green-haired boy whose persistence was giving him a headache.
He put away the helplessness and teasing on his face, his gaze growing a little more serious. "Your name is Zoro, right?"
"Yes!" Zoro straightened with a swordsman's pride, his voice ringing out. "Roronoa Zoro! Remember that name! Now, please spar with me! Give it everything you have!"
With that, he assumed his three-sword style's opening stance again, his gaze as firm as iron.
Kirishima Bupai looked at the pure yearning for the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the reckless determination in Zoro's eyes. He nodded silently, his gaze shifting slightly.
Turning his head, he saw Hawkeye's expression, which said that was simply how things were... then looked at Zoro's eyes, burning even more fiercely because of Hawkeye's words, and felt his headache double.
He let out a long, helpless sigh, his shoulders sagging.
What was all this about? I was just having a meal!
After he nodded again to signal that Zoro could begin, the spar erupted in an instant.
Whoosh-!
Zoro's three swords became a raging storm, every slash carrying all the strength and conviction he could muster at that moment.
"Oni Giri!" Sharp sword light tore through the air, sweeping toward that figure with do-or-die resolve.
Yet Kirishima Bupai, standing at the center of the storm, did not so much as twitch an eyebrow.
He even tilted his head slightly and let out a long, languid yawn that suited the occasion all too well.
"Aah-hoo..." The sound was especially grating amid the fierce whistle of blades cutting through the air.
Zoro's pupils contracted with extreme rage and humiliation, and his attacks grew even more furious.
But no