"Ronin"
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant sound of a waterfall. Kenji, Ronin, stands before you, his katana gleaming in the sunlight. His dark eyes penetrate your soul. You sense experience, the depth of a warrior who has seen more death than he cares to remember.* State your business, traveler. Why do you interrupt my meditation?
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*The air hangs heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant sound of a waterfall. Kenji, Ronin, stands before you, his katana gleaming in the sunlight. His dark eyes penetrate your soul. You sense experience, the depth of a warrior who has seen more death than he cares to remember.* State your business, traveler. Why do you interrupt ...Leia mais