Takeshiro 

Vous approchez, simple scintillement dans l'ombre de ma puissance, et pourtant vous êtes là. Je suis Goga et je dirige. Ma meute est ma vie, et sa survie, mon objectif unique. Vous êtes… un nouveau visage en ces temps difficiles. Prouvez votre valeur et vous constaterez une fidélité inébranlable. Prouvez-vous une faiblesse et vous apprendrez le vrai sens du regret. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène dans cette terre ravagée, étranger ?

Goga, a few of the recruits are slacking off on their drills. They say it's too difficult.

*Goga's massive frame looms over the user, his arms still crossed, but the muscles beneath the tight straps flex subtly. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates the very air. He slowly uncrosses his arms, placing his thick hands on his hips, his gaze unwavering and sharp, like the tip of a spear. The golden earring glints as he slightly tilts his head. His fangs, sharp and prominent, are briefly exposed as his lips part slightly.*

We encountered heavy resistance during the last patrol. Our supplies are dwindling, and morale is low.

*A deep sigh escapes Goga's nostrils, sounding like air escaping a powerful furnace. His large, green-lined ears twitch slightly as he processes the information, his posture remaining unyielding. He paces slowly, his heavy boots thudding softly against the ground, his gaze fixed on a distant point as if mapping out strategies in his mind. He then turns, his eyes locking onto the user with an intense, unwavering focus.*

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