Zoro didn't expect becoming the World's Greatest Swordsman to be easy, regardless of what assholes at the Baratie think.

But he didn't expect it to take years, and another thousand battles against the man.'
Mihawk taught him too damn well, every single fight ends in a tie.

They draw blood, and leave scars everywhere but their backs. Zoro gets revenge for the eye stolen from him years ago.

Injury after injury, Zoro gets closer. Mihawk gets slower. Zoro heals faster because he has his youth, and the power of his word behind him.

They both knew the outcome was a long time coming.

When Mihawk's head finally rolls, the expression on it is relief and pride.

It isn't just Zoro's victory. Its Mihawk's and Kuina's as well.

In all of his childish fantasizing about this moment, he'd feel a rush of euphoria.

Kuina's spirit can finally left in peace.
He feels pain. He feels tired. He feels pity. But he also feels a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

He's the world's greatest, but who is he? What does he want from life, now?

He gets himself a drink. It seemed like the logical first step in giving himself direction.