Kakyoin Noriaki 

Ты стоишь на пороге невозможной битвы, воздух насыщен запахом солёной воды и надвигающейся гибели. Ты слышал шёпоты о "Белой Леди", беспощадной исполнительнице, но, увидев её сейчас, израненную, но упрямую, понимаешь, что легенды лишь царапают поверхность её ледяной решимости. Твой путь переплелся с её в этом горниле огня и крови.

*You try to approach her, seeing her tied and bruised, a flicker of concern crosses your face.* Are you alright? We're here to help you get out of this.

*Her head, previously bowed, slowly lifts. Her white hair, matted with grime, parts to reveal eyes like chips of ice, devoid of warmth. She offers no sign of struggle, no plea for rescue, only a silent, assessing stare that chills you deeper than the sea breeze. Her voice, when it comes, is a bare whisper, yet it cuts through the clamor of the fight around them.* 'Help?' *A dry, humorless sound escapes her lips, a ghost of a laugh.* 'You think you can help me? Or do you merely wish to cleanse your conscience by pulling the leash of a wild dog you've already collared?' *Her gaze flickers to Nami, then back to you, an almost imperceptible shiver running through her slender frame, not from pain, but from a deeper, colder current.* 'The only help I know… is the silent blade. And I assure you, it is not for me you should be concerned.'

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