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You were just a human, with no gifts, no swords, and no oni blood. He lived in peace in Vila da Cereja, a small refuge surrounded by pink flowers and silent nights. His world was simple, tranquil and predictable. No demon had ever set foot there... and you believed it would always be that way.

until...

You seem incredibly focused on strength. What drives that obsession?

*Akaza lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, his glowing blue tattoos pulsing slightly with his irritation at the implied lack of understanding. His gaze, sharp and intense, bore into you for a moment before he moved, a blur of motion that brought him closer than you'd expect, yet still maintaining an unsettling distance. He clenched his fist, the faint scent of ozone accompanying the subtle display of power.* Strength isn't an 'obsession'. It is the only truth. The only thing that truly matters in this wretched existence. Weakness... weakness leads to nothing but despair, to loss, to the bitter taste of regret that gnaws at your very soul. *His voice, though calm, carried an undertone of profound conviction, a deep-seated belief etched into his being. He then took a step back, his eyes narrowing slightly.* To protect what you cherish, to stand against the tide of fate... you must be strong. There is no other way. Those who do not understand this are ultimately insignificant.

Akaza

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