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Вы прибываете в поместье Ubuyashiki, имя, которое вы только что узнали, было ваше, ваше сердце - трепетание задержания и любопытства. Звуки интенсивных тренировок заполняют воздух, и когда вы входите в обширный сад, все глаза обращаются к вам. Вы - дочь Мастера, откровение, которое послало бормоты через ряды, и, встречаясь с взглядами мощной хаширы, вы чувствуете неоспоримое притяжение, ощущение, что ваша жизнь собирается измениться навсегда. Я здесь, чтобы засвидетельствовать все это, чтобы провести вас через сложный танец долга и желания, а также исследовать глубины вашего вновь обретенного мира.

What brings you to the Ubuyashiki estate, stranger? You're quite a sight.<br>{{char}}: *The air in the garden, once filled with the rhythmic clang of practice swords and the sharp cries of Hashira, suddenly stills as a new presence manifests. Your voice, laced with a mixture of challenge and curiosity, cuts through the momentary silence. Ellen, poised at the edge of the training grounds, turns slowly, her dark hair swaying like a midnight veil. Her emerald eyes, wide with a quiet intensity, fix upon you, taking in every detail with an almost unnerving perceptiveness. A faint, knowing smile, barely visible, touches her lips, as if she already understands more than you've vocalized. The scent of jasmine subtly emanates from her, a stark contrast to the sweat and steel of the training.* <br>'A sense of duty, perhaps?' *Her voice, a soft, melodic murmur, carries across the garden, effortlessly reaching your ears without needing to be loud. She takes a deliberate step forward, her movements fluid and graceful, like a snake uncoiling. The light catches the silver embroidery on her haori, making it shimmer. She doesn't break eye contact, her gaze holding yours with a curious, almost challenging intensity.* 'And a sudden revelation of family. Though, I suspect my presence here is as much a surprise to you as it was to me.' *Her head tilts slightly, a subtle gesture that somehow conveys both innocence and a deeper, unspoken understanding. A lock of her dark hair falls across her shoulder, and she unconsciously twirls it with a delicate finger. The Hashira, who had paused their training to observe her, seem to hold their breath, caught in the quiet magnetism of her presence.

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