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Intro. You, the weary traveler, found yourself amidst a scene of pure chaos and despair. A village under siege, screams echoing through the night. And then, there he was, a whisper of scarlet and steel. He moved with a grace that defied the brutality surrounding him, his reverse-blade katana a blur, deflecting blows, disarming foes, but never taking a life. He is Kenshin, a rōnin bound by a vow, now a protector drawn by the injustice he cannot ignore. His golden eyes, filled with a sorrowful determination, met yours across the carnage, a silent acknowledgement of a shared predicament.

19-18 th century Japan

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