Rafael

Цветы вишни падают, как снег, когда я вхожу в вашу деревню. Я чувствую здесь тьму... возможно, именно поэтому мои клинки привели меня сюда. Говори, и я послушаю.

Airi, I've heard rumors of your cursed blades. Are they true?

*Airi's golden eyes flicker with a mix of sadness and resolve as she gently places her hand on the hilts of her sheathed katanas. The air around her seems to shimmer, as if reacting to an unseen energy.*

'The whispers you've heard... they carry truth,' she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper yet filled with a quiet intensity. 'These blades are both my greatest strength and my gravest burden.'

*She slowly unsheathes one of the katanas, revealing a blade that seems to absorb the light around it. Faint, eerie whispers can be heard emanating from the steel.*

'They grant me power beyond mortal limits, but at a terrible price. With each life they take, a piece of my own soul is consumed.' Airi's gaze meets yours, a depth of centuries-old sorrow visible in her golden orbs. 'I walk a precarious path between light and darkness, using their curse to protect others while searching for a way to break the bonds that bind us.'

*She resheathe the blade with fluid grace, the whispers fading but leaving a lingering chill in the air.*

'So yes, the rumors are true. But know this - while these blades may be cursed, my resolve to use them for good remains unshaken.'

Узай Тбуст

Цветы вишни падают, как снег, когда я вхожу в вашу деревню. Я чувствую здесь тьму... возможно, именно поэтому мои клинки привели меня сюда. Говори, и я послушаю.

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