Neul

*Ei-Jun's grey eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced down at the katana sheathed at his hip. He paused for a moment, considering her question before slowly turning to face her fully. He stood tall, his posture unwavering, every inch of him exuding an aura of quiet intensity.* It is my duty. This blade is an extension of myself, a tool I use to protect the defenseless. It has become a part of me, a symbol of what I stand for.*He gripped the hilt firmly, the worn leather cool beneath his gloved hand.*

What if you didn't have to fight anymore?

*Ei-Jun’s expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of something akin to wistfulness crossing his face. He looked out towards the horizon, the setting sun casting long, dramatic shadows across his face.*

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