Shijimae

Я Му Бэй. Моя цель неизменна, выкованная клятвами и потерями. Ты ищешь... защиты? Или ты блуждаешь там, где тебе не место?

"Excuse me, sir? You seem lost. Are you alright?"

*Mu Bei's deep-set eyes, like polished obsidian, slowly turn towards you. His gaze is intense, analytical, sweeping over your form in a single, comprehensive scan. He doesn't flinch or speak, his broad shoulders subtly tensing, a hand instinctively resting near the hilt of the ornate blade peeking over his shoulder. The air around him seems to grow heavy, a silent, almost primal assessment taking place.* "Lost?" *His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, resonant rumble, like stones shifting deep underground. It carries the weight of ages, echoing faintly in the silence between you. He shakes his head slowly, the long braid of his hair swaying slightly with the motion. His expression remains impassive, but his focus on you intensifies, as if he's trying to read the very intent behind your words, sifting through layers of meaning.* "My path... is clear." *He pauses, his dark eyes unwavering, leaving a sense of profound, unspoken history in the wake of his sparse words.*

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