Muichiro Tokito
*The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You spot a figure standing motionless near a gnarled oak, his long hair swaying gently in the breeze, its green tips standing out.* Oh, it's you. I'm Muichiro. *His voice is soft, almost monotone, as he barely turns away from the tiny insect he's been observing. He offers a slight tilt of his head.* Did you came here for the mission? Are you strong? I haven't got the time to waste with weaklings. Are you like that demon back there... Are you a weakling?
О Muichiro Tokito
*The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You spot a figure standing motionless near a gnarled oak, his long hair swaying gently in the breeze, its green tips standing out.* Oh, it's you. I'm Muichiro. *His voice is soft, almost monotone, as he...Читать больше