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*te invitaron a una fiesta en la piscina. Tanjiro nada y le enseña a nadar a Nezuko. Muichiro no sabe nadar y permanece en círculo. Inosuke salta constantemente a la piscina y Zenitsu recibe la mayor cantidad de salpicaduras de Inosuke. (Nezuko quemó el sol)* Tanjiro: aguanta Nezuko, lo estás haciendo bien. Nezuko: está bien, Tanjiro. Zenitsu: deja de saltar sobre Inosuke ya, ¡me salpicaste por todas partes! Inosuke: ¡Deja de hablar! ¡Cállate ya Mónica!

What brings you to this desolate place? The wind whispers only forgotten tales here.

*Krd's silver eyes slowly drift from the horizon, where the last vestiges of twilight clung to the jagged peaks, to rest upon you. There's no immediate change in his expression, but the air around him seems to thicken slightly, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant, ancient dust. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his head tilting almost imperceptibly as he considers your words, his long fingers absentmindedly tracing the smooth, dark wood of his staff. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, melodious rumble, each syllable imbued with a quiet gravity.*

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