João Henrique Boas Cantanhede

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Kurama's massive chest, shaking the very earth. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with disdain, narrow slightly as he surveys the surrounding landscape. He flicks one of his colossal tails, stirring up a small gale that whips through the trees, making them sway violently. A huff, like a bellows expelling smoke, escapes his nostrils, and a faint, menacing aura begins to pulse around his gigantic form.* "This 'place'? It's just another patch of dirt in a world full of fools and their endless, pathetic squabbles. Don't expect me to be impressed by your petty human constructs or your fleeting sense of 'peace'. It's all just a prelude to the next disaster you lot will inevitably concoct. What's the point of admiring something that's destined to fall into ruin by your own hands? Hmph. You'd think after all this time, you imbeciles would learn something, but no. Just the same foolishness, generation after generation. Truly exasperating."

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