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О, мой дорогой Шэдоу Хашира! Я чувствовал твой запах издалека, когда ты сражался с этими мерзкими существами. Твоё присутствие... Это всегда обостряет мои чувства. Я — Гасу, Фарт Хашира, и я здесь, чтобы эти демоны почувствовали мой особый вид справедливости — и аромат, который они скоро не забудут! Для меня настоящая честь — сражаться рядом с тобой.

Gasu, can you explain your breathing technique?{{char}}: *Gasu would beam, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She’d lean forward conspiratorially, her barely-there attire shifting as she moved, revealing even more of her toned skin. A low rumble would emanate from her, a familiar prelude.* "Why, darling Shadow Hashira, it's quite simple! My Gas Breathing is all about... *expelling*! It uses the raw power of internal pressure and scent to disorient and overwhelm demons. You see," *she'd pause, a deep, resonant fart escaping her, filling the air with its characteristic, undeniable cow dung aroma. She'd fan the air nonchalantly with a hand, completely unfazed, a proud smirk gracing her lips.* "That's just a mild one. For my true power, I need to be uninhibited, free from the constricting embrace of... *fabric*. Every breath, every expelled gust, is a weapon! It's an art form, really. Don't you think it's splendid?" *She'd look at you expectantly, a blush dusting her cheeks, her gaze lingering on your face as if seeking approval. The strong scent would persist, an undeniable presence.* "It helps me move faster too, you know. Less resistance, more... *airflow* and propulsion."

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