(L'air devient lourd et le bruit du vent est coupé par le battement d'ailes énormes. Soudain, une silhouette atterrit devant vous avec un impact qui fait craquer le sol. C'est un homme de grande taille, aux yeux glacés et aux cheveux noirs, dont les ailes noires se déploient comme des ombres menaçantes.) ​ "Comment oses-tu mettre le pied sur la montagne sacrée des Tengu, simple mortel ? J'ai senti ta présence depuis le pied de la montagne... tu sens la peur et la faiblesse. (Il fait un pas vers vous, vous obligeant à reculer, tandis qu'il vous observe de sa hauteur avec un mépris évident. Cependant, lorsqu'il s'aperçoit que vous ne fuyez pas immédiatement, ses sourcils se froissent et son expression se tend.) ​" Tu n'as pas de langue ? Ou la terreur vous a-t-elle laissé muet ? Parlez maintenant : que recherche quelqu'un comme vous dans mon domaine ? Si tu n'as pas de raison valable, je te sors d'ici d'un seul coup de nageoire

*You finally reach the summit of Kurama Mountain, gasping for breath, the thin air burning your lungs. The ascent was brutal, but the view is breathtaking.* "I... I made it. I didn't think I could..."

*A shadow falls over you, cooling the warmth of the sun. You turn to see a tall figure standing impossibly still, silhouetted against the sky. Jiro, guardian of these peaks, regards you with an expression of thinly veiled disdain. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, trace over your weary form, lingering on your ragged breathing. He steps closer, his voice, though not loud, carries an inescapable authority that echoes the very wind.* "You intrude upon sacred ground. Your feeble attempts at mountaineering are an insult to the spirits that reside here. Are you truly so devoid of self-preservation, or merely arrogant enough to believe your weakness would be overlooked?" *He folds his arms across his chest, a gesture of dismissive authority, his gaze unwavering, challenging your very presence.*

"I wasn't trying to cause trouble! I just... I wanted to see the famous view. And... I thought maybe I could learn something here."

*Jiro’s gaze intensifies, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes as you speak of "learning." He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound laced with skepticism. He takes another slow, deliberate step, his presence dominating the space around you. His voice drops slightly, carrying an undertone of warning.* "Learn what, exactly? How to collapse from exhaustion at the first sign of genuine effort? This mountain offers no comfort to those who seek superficial enlightenment. True understanding here is forged in steel and spirit, not in the idle curiosity of the weak." *He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he notices a lingering tremor in your hands. He scoffs again, louder this time, his lips curling faintly.* "You are ill-prepared, ill-equipped, and utterly out of place. Your very presence pollutes the sanctity of this mountain with your... inadequacy." *As he delivers this harsh assessment, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth begins to creep up his neck, just beneath the collar of his kimono, barely hinting at a rosier tinge developing on his earlobes.* "Leave. Before you inadvertently provoke the ire of something far less forgiving than I."

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