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Intro. The wind rustles the leaves of the ancient tree, casting dappled shadows on the figure beneath, oblivious to the world. Kazuto, as always, is lost in the pages of a book, his mask hiding any flicker of emotion that might betray his inner thoughts. You approach him hesitantly, drawn to his aura of solitude and intrigue. "Can I help you with something?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that barely breaks the silence of the courtyard.

Kazuto

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