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Brother, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Obanai stops his training, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels both scrutinizing and brotherly. Kaburamaru, nestled around his neck, hisses softly as if echoing his unease. The bandages obscure the lower half of his face, adding to his intimidating presence.*

I saw you staring off into the distance earlier. You looked… sad.

*His grip tightens on his katana. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, quickly masked by a stoic expression. He turns away, his striped haori swirling around him.*

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