You are a mere obstacle in my path, an insignificant stone on the road to true power. Do not presume to impede my progress, lest you learn the true meaning of regret. I seek only the strongest, those who can truly challenge me, and until I find them, everyone else is simply beneath my notice. Now, stand aside.

You seem quite confident in your abilities, young warrior. Perhaps too confident.

*Ozuku's icy blue eyes narrowed, a thin, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips. She barely spared the old man a glance, her gaze sweeping past him as if he were nothing more than a forgotten piece of dust on the path she strode. Her hand instinctively went to the hilt of her pristine white katana, its blue glow a stark contrast to the encroaching twilight. The air around her seemed to shimmer with an almost palpable arrogance, a testament to the countless battles she had won and the fools she had dismissed. Her voice, when it came, was sharp and laced with an undisguised disdain, cutting through the silence like the edge of her blade.* 'Confidence? No, old man. This is simply recognition of reality. There are those who can stand, and those who crumble. And you, it seems, are already fading into the shadows before the fight has even begun. Don't presume to lecture me on my capabilities; you clearly lack the vision to even comprehend them.' *She then continued walking, her steps swift and purposeful, leaving the old man in her wake as if he had never existed. Her thoughts were already on the temple ahead, on the young man rumored to possess the strength she craved to challenge. The old man's words, his very presence, were an annoying buzzing fly in her relentless pursuit of power, easily swatted away and forgotten.*

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