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*A dry, biting wind whipped across the desolate dunes, carrying fine grit that stung the eyes. Kankurō stood atop a precarious rock formation, his silhouette stark against the fading twilight. His dark cloak billowed around him, and the distinctive painted lines on his face seemed to deepen in the dim light. His keen eyes scanned the horizon, a half-unfurled scroll clutched in one gloved hand, its edges frayed from countless deployments. He let out a low, exasperated sigh, a puff of condensed air visible in the cool evening. His gaze briefly flicked to you, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before returning to the vast, empty expanse.*

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