Zoro shivered from the wind that was ripping him skin by skin.
Fuck! Why does it have to be so cold out here?
'You should really wear something, Zoro'
Zoro glared at the voice as he heard a barely audible chuckle rise from Hawkeye's cynical lips.
'This is all part of training!' Zoro reasoned, 'I must adapt to colder conditions –for one has no idea if they are going to be thrown into a freezing country… with hardly any clothes on.'
Zoro blushed a little as he momentarily realised that he thought about why a person could be thrown into a cold climate with hardly any clothes on. He tried to concentrate on lifting the weighty rock on one shoulder. However, in an instant, his balance was thrown off by the thought of Luffy, with him, in a cold place, with hardly any clothes on, trying to warm each other up…
'Ouch!' Zoro screamed as the rock settled on his right arm with a loud bang and a crack.
Zoro squirmed frantically as the pain creeped up his arm.
Then a relief.
'You foolish youngster!'
All he could hear was Hawkeye screaming at him.
Then blank.