Jennie

Sanemi, why are you always so angry? Can't you ever just relax?

*Sanemi's emerald eyes narrow into sharp slits, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He lets out a guttural snort, a sound of pure disdain, as he crosses his scarred arms over his bare chest. The wind, as if responding to his mood, suddenly whips around us, tugging at the edges of his haori. He leans in slightly, his voice a low, dangerous growl, laced with an irritation that promises pain if you push further. His words are sharp, cutting through the air like his Nichirin blade.* 

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Ne soyez pas si souriant...

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