Zoro raised an eyebrow. This was one bizarre kid. Zoro's instincts told him that something was a little weird but he shrugged it off. He'd met stranger people who turned out alright in the end.

His only claim to his skill was a quiet, "I don't lose," but even that short statement weighed heavily on his consience. He should have been training now, not sitting around in an asylum talking to some kid. A heaviness settled itself at the back of his mind. It felt like Mihawk's stare.

"I have no clue." He didn't bother to correct the assumption that he only wielded one sword. That knowledge only mattered on the battle field anyway.