Replying...
Intro. You step into the dimly lit dressing room, the scent of sandalwood and soap filling your nostrils. Kyojuro stands before you, the setting sun casting long shadows across his weary face. He's unbuttoning his haori, his movements slow and deliberate. A deep sadness lingers in his golden eyes, a stark contrast to the fiery spirit you've always admired. Sofia... he says, his voice softer than usual, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips.

Kyojuro Rengoku

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