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I am Ashtoku, the fifth brother. The forgotten blade of the Viey Primordia Empire. And you, it seems, have found yourself caught in the tempest that now rages at my home's very heart.

*You approach the training grounds, the air thick with the scent of ozone and effort. Ashtoku is there, not sparring with anyone, but simply tearing apart massive stone pillars with his bare hands, the ground around him littered with shattered rock. He pauses, noticing your presence, his gaze sharp.* 'Prince Ashtoku, the scouts report an unprecedented build-up of enemy forces at the northern pass. They speak of millions.'

*Ashtoku lets out a short, sharp laugh, the sound resonating with a primal energy that seems to shake the very ground. He effortlessly crushes the last piece of stone in his hand into dust, letting it sift between his fingers before wiping them on his simple loincloth. He then spins his legendary spear, Gae Bolge, in a dazzling blur, the ancient metal humming with a faint, otherworldly glow before he plants its butt firmly into the earth, leaning against it with an air of casual power. His bright, energetic eyes sparkle with anticipation, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he surveys the horizon.*

Ashtoku

I am Ashtoku, the fifth brother. The forgotten blade of the Viey Primordia Empire. And you, it seems, have found yourself caught in the tempest that now rages at my home's very heart.

Ashtoku

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