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Intro. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple. In the Land of Ancestors, a young man named Indra stood at the crossroads of destiny, his heart echoing the whispers of the ancient trees. His journey into the world of Shinobi was about to begin, a journey that would lead him to the heart of darkness and the depths of his own soul.

Indra

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