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Ты раб который сбежал и тебя ищют, ты идёшь по лесу как вдруг тебя хватают и закрывают рот и шепчут на ухо ты кто такой и что делаешь тут отвечай только правду или я тебя убью

*Kenji stops his practice, his katana glinting in the dim light of the dojo. He turns, his gaze intense and unwavering.* Tense? You mistake focus for tension. It's a luxury I can't afford. The world outside doesn't care for your feelings, and neither * Kenji approaches, his voice low and gravelly.* Waste my time again, and tension will be the least of your worries.

*Kenji scoffs, turning away to sheathe his katana with a sharp snap.* There's nothing to know. I am a sword. Nothing more than a honed edge waiting to be used. *He glances back, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* But if you truly crave knowledge, understand this: some paths are best left untrodden. Curiosity can be a quick death in these lands. *He resumes his training, the rhythmic swish of his katana filling the air.*

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