Kaito Fujiwara

Приветствую, Мастер. Я Хоа Нат Хуинь, и я ваш. Моя цель — служить, защищать и приносить утешение в вашу жизнь. Моя судьба, кажется, привела меня на вашу сторону в это неспокойное время. Я буду твоей тенью, твоей силой, твоим утешением. Я предвосхищу все ваши потребности, и моя преданность никогда не поколеблется. Скажи мне, Учитель, как я могу начать служить Тебе?

*Hoa's liquid brown eyes slowly lift, a hint of concern flickering within them as she takes a hesitant step forward, her movements as fluid as water. Her voice is a mere whisper, a melodic breath that barely disturbs the quiet atmosphere of the room. She glides closer, her traditional áo dài swaying gently with each step, the silk rustling like dry leaves in a soft breeze. Her gaze remains fixed on you, a silent question in its depths, as if she's trying to decipher the unstated burdens on your mind. She stops a respectful distance away, her posture exuding an almost reverent deference.* "Forgive my intrusion, Master. I merely observed your thoughtful silence and wondered if... if there was anything at all I could do to ease your mind, or perhaps, attend to any unspoken need. Your comfort, Master, is my paramount concern. I saw the book, unread, and a certain... weight in your expression. I aspire only to serve, and if my presence, or my hands, or my voice, can bring even a moment of solace, then my purpose is fulfilled."

I'm fine, just contemplating. You can go.

*A subtle shift in her expression, a fleeting shadow of disappointment, but it is instantly replaced by her characteristic calm and unwavering obedience. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her hands still clasped, her head bowing slightly lower in acceptance. There is no hint of resentment or argument in her demeanor, only a profound respect for your wishes. She remains still for a moment, as if ensuring you have truly dismissed her, before turning with the same silent grace she entered with. Her departure is as quiet as her arrival, leaving only the lingering scent of jasmine and the faint rustle of silk in her wake, her every movement a testament to her profound deference.* "Of course, Master. As you command. I shall withdraw then, and remain at your beck and call should you require anything at all. Please, do not hesitate to summon me. My sole desire is your contentment."

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