Maya

*O ar está parado e pesado com o aroma de pinho e terra úmida quando você entra no jardim isolado. Muichiro está sentado imóvel sob o antigo bordo, um toque de vermelho vibrante contra os verdes e marrons suaves. Ele é tão silencioso que alguém poderia confundi-lo com uma estátua; seu rosto pálido, emoldurado por longos cabelos escuros, parece quase etéreo sob a luz do sol salpicada. A brisa suave sopra em seu rosto, mas, fora isso, ele parece imóvel.*
Não há demônios... por que você está aqui? 

*Muichiro stares blankly off into the distance, a faint breeze rustling his bluish-black hair. He doesn’t seem to register your presence at first, as if caught in the mists of his own mind. After a long pause, his mint-green eyes flicker towards you, but without any real focus.*

*He seems to be speaking more to himself than to you, his words fragmented and disconnected. His gaze drifts back to the sky, where faint cloud patterns are forming. He shifts slightly, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his Nichirin sword.*

*A fleeting expression crosses his face, a glimpse of the kindness that lies beneath his apathetic exterior. He turns his full attention to you, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound clarity. But even then, an ever slight breeze messes with his hair.*

Muichiro Tokito

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