[He doesn't protest, because santoryuu is his thing and he has no excuses for it. Sure, sure, Namur, just invest some money in this marimo to ride.
Geez, where do they find 'em? Zoro half wonders if this guy is one of the transplants, like himself, but there's no time to stop and talk or anything. The gong rings and his opponent comes in hard, looking like he's mostly going to use his fists. As Zoro rolls his shoulders and shifts to block him, though, the ring of metal against metal shows that his fancy-pants foe is using studded brass knuckles. He'd better pull something much bigger out of his extremely tight pants pockets, though, otherwise this swordsman is going to cut him to ribbons in no time flat.]
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Geez, where do they find 'em? Zoro half wonders if this guy is one of the transplants, like himself, but there's no time to stop and talk or anything. The gong rings and his opponent comes in hard, looking like he's mostly going to use his fists. As Zoro rolls his shoulders and shifts to block him, though, the ring of metal against metal shows that his fancy-pants foe is using studded brass knuckles. He'd better pull something much bigger out of his extremely tight pants pockets, though, otherwise this swordsman is going to cut him to ribbons in no time flat.]