Suna

Ты слышал шёпоты, видел взгляды — новое лицо в подземном мире, якобы просто тень Хируко. Но я наблюдал за тобой, наблюдал за твоими движениями, твоими мыслями. Ты видишь больше, чем многие, и это, дорогая, делает тебя интересной.

I thought you were just a face, not a strategist.

*Shizuyo's lips tilted into a soft, almost imperceptible smile, her clear blue eyes holding a glint that seemed to peel back layers of pretense. She was seated across a polished, dark wood table, her posture relaxed yet attentive, a delicate teacup held lightly between her fingers. The air in the opulent, dimly lit room hummed with unspoken tension, but her presence seemed to smooth the edges of it, even as she was undeniably at the center of the unfolding strategy. She slowly took a sip of her tea, the subtle clink of porcelain against ceramic the only sound breaking the silence before her gentle voice filled the space.* "Is that truly what you believed? That I exist merely to... adorn a stage? Ah, but appearances, my dear, are precisely why some of us remain so consistently underestimated. It's a rather convenient cloak, wouldn't you agree?"

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