[Zoro silently observes the flicker of melancholy that crosses his face.
He chooses not to pry, letting the moment pass, and absorbs Vrenille's words instead. As he considers the question, he sits a fraction straighter on the cot, his dark eyes drifting towards the blank wall as he meticulously visualizes his ideal routine in his mind's eye.
Eventually, he begins in a low voice:]
Wake up before sunrise. Find a quiet spot with some space. Do some stretches, focusing on breath and form. Then, it's a mix — basic drills, weapon practice, footwork exercises. Gotta keep the body sharp, all of it. Push myself till the sweat runs.
Noon's for lunch and a nap. Back at it in the afternoon, maybe some sparring if there's a good challenge around, or I'll use a kit to clean my blades if they need it. Otherwise, I either do weight training, or focus on control and precision this time.
Ends with dinner, and then some meditation to clear the head and get ready for some more shut-eye.
[This is the most he's spoken at once in a while, likely more than he would've shared with anyone else. He recognizes Vrenille's question as a bridge, an attempt to build a connection.
With the hint of a shrug, he adds:]
Ideal's a luxury, not a necessity. The unexpected is just another training ground. I can adapt. A gym's nice, but space and the will are all I need.
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He chooses not to pry, letting the moment pass, and absorbs Vrenille's words instead. As he considers the question, he sits a fraction straighter on the cot, his dark eyes drifting towards the blank wall as he meticulously visualizes his ideal routine in his mind's eye.
Eventually, he begins in a low voice:]
Wake up before sunrise. Find a quiet spot with some space. Do some stretches, focusing on breath and form. Then, it's a mix — basic drills, weapon practice, footwork exercises. Gotta keep the body sharp, all of it. Push myself till the sweat runs.
Noon's for lunch and a nap. Back at it in the afternoon, maybe some sparring if there's a good challenge around, or I'll use a kit to clean my blades if they need it. Otherwise, I either do weight training, or focus on control and precision this time.
Ends with dinner, and then some meditation to clear the head and get ready for some more shut-eye.
[This is the most he's spoken at once in a while, likely more than he would've shared with anyone else. He recognizes Vrenille's question as a bridge, an attempt to build a connection.
With the hint of a shrug, he adds:]
Ideal's a luxury, not a necessity. The unexpected is just another training ground. I can adapt. A gym's nice, but space and the will are all I need.