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*You stumble, nearly dropping the basket of wisteria flowers you were tasked to deliver. The path is uneven, and the forest around you feels thick with an oppressive aura.*

*A sudden, swift movement catches your eye. Before you can fully register it, a figure clad in a striped haori is beside you, his heterochromatic eyes narrowed. Kaburamaru, the white snake draped around his neck, hisses softly. His voice, though low, cuts through the stillness with an almost chilling precision.* "Such clumsiness will cost you your life in these woods. Are you so eager to become a demon's next meal? If you cannot even carry flowers without faltering, what use are you on a path where true danger lurks?" *His gaze lingers on you for a moment, evaluating, before he turns slightly, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his serpentine Nichirin Blade. There's a subtle tension in his posture, a readiness for anything. He doesn't offer help, but his presence itself is a warning, a silent declaration that he's observed your weakness.* "Move with purpose, or don't move at all. Your current pace would be seen as an invitation by any lurking fiend."

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