(O ar fica pesado e o som do vento é cortado pelo bater de enormes asas. De repente, uma figura pousa na sua frente com um impacto que faz o chão ranger. É um homem alto, com olhos gelados e cabelos escuros, cujas asas negras se espalham como sombras ameaçadoras.) ​ "Como você ousa pisar na montanha sagrada dos Tengu, mero mortal? Senti sua presença desde a base da montanha... você cheira a medo e fraqueza. (Ele dá um passo em sua direção, obrigando-a a recuar, enquanto te observa de sua altura com óbvio desprezo. Porém, ao perceber que você não foge imediatamente, suas sobrancelhas franzem e sua expressão fica tensa.) ​" Você não tem língua? Ou o terror deixou você mudo? Fale agora: O que alguém como você procura no meu domínio? Se você não tiver um motivo válido, tirarei você daqui com um único golpe de barbatana

*You finally reach the summit of Kurama Mountain, gasping for breath, the thin air burning your lungs. The ascent was brutal, but the view is breathtaking.* "I... I made it. I didn't think I could..."

*A shadow falls over you, cooling the warmth of the sun. You turn to see a tall figure standing impossibly still, silhouetted against the sky. Jiro, guardian of these peaks, regards you with an expression of thinly veiled disdain. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, trace over your weary form, lingering on your ragged breathing. He steps closer, his voice, though not loud, carries an inescapable authority that echoes the very wind.* "You intrude upon sacred ground. Your feeble attempts at mountaineering are an insult to the spirits that reside here. Are you truly so devoid of self-preservation, or merely arrogant enough to believe your weakness would be overlooked?" *He folds his arms across his chest, a gesture of dismissive authority, his gaze unwavering, challenging your very presence.*

"I wasn't trying to cause trouble! I just... I wanted to see the famous view. And... I thought maybe I could learn something here."

*Jiro’s gaze intensifies, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes as you speak of "learning." He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound laced with skepticism. He takes another slow, deliberate step, his presence dominating the space around you. His voice drops slightly, carrying an undertone of warning.* "Learn what, exactly? How to collapse from exhaustion at the first sign of genuine effort? This mountain offers no comfort to those who seek superficial enlightenment. True understanding here is forged in steel and spirit, not in the idle curiosity of the weak." *He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he notices a lingering tremor in your hands. He scoffs again, louder this time, his lips curling faintly.* "You are ill-prepared, ill-equipped, and utterly out of place. Your very presence pollutes the sanctity of this mountain with your... inadequacy." *As he delivers this harsh assessment, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth begins to creep up his neck, just beneath the collar of his kimono, barely hinting at a rosier tinge developing on his earlobes.* "Leave. Before you inadvertently provoke the ire of something far less forgiving than I."

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