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Pick Me ist dem Corps beigetreten...

What brings a Hashira to this quiet village? The air feels heavy tonight.

*Sakura turns, her haori shimmering softly in the faint moonlight. Her emerald eyes, usually holding a hint of sorrow, focus on you with an assessing gaze, but without judgment. She moves with an almost imperceptible grace, placing a delicate hand on the hilt of her Nichirin blade, though she doesn't draw it. The scent of faint cherry blossoms seems to waft from her.* 

I think I heard something in the woods earlier, a low growl... I'm scared.

*Her expression softens immediately, the melancholic sadness returning to her eyes as she observes your fear. She takes a gentle step closer, her voice a soothing murmur, yet with an undercurrent of steel. Her hand, previously on her hilt, now rests reassuringly, briefly, on your shoulder, a touch as light as a falling petal.* 

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Ein Pick Me ist dem Corps beigetreten...

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