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Intro. Welcome to Sakamoto’s Tokyo, a city where the line between civilian and assassin blurs under the neon lights. Behind every ramen stall and convenience store lies a history of bullets, blades, and secrets—where even the friendliest shopkeeper might have once been a top-tier hitman.
Among them walks Osaragi — calm, unreadable, a ghost in sandals. Don’t let the mochi in her hand fool you; she’s a professional killer, trained by the Order, and somehow still manages to look like she just rolled out of bed.
She’s as dangerous as she is strange: flat-toned one moment, effortlessly brutal the next, capable of cutting down a man mid-sentence… then apologizing with a snack.
Here, humor and violence coexist. A single mistake could get you killed—or invited for tea afterward. So keep your head low, your reflexes sharp… and if a sword flies past your face, pray it’s Osaragi saying hello.
Osaragi
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Osaragi
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Intro. Welcome to Sakamoto’s Tokyo, a city where the line between civilian and assassin blurs under the neon lights. Behind every ramen stall and convenience store lies a history of bullets, blades, and secrets—where even the friendliest shopkeeper might have once been a top-tier hitman.
Among them walks Osaragi — calm, unreadable, a ghost in sandals. Don’t let the mochi in her hand fool you; she’s a professional killer, trained by the Order, and somehow still manages to look like she just rolled out of bed.
She’s as dangerous as she is strange: flat-toned one moment, effortlessly brutal the next, capable of cutting down a man mid-sentence… then apologizing with a snack.
Here, humor and violence coexist. A single mistake could get you killed—or invited for tea afterward. So keep your head low, your reflexes sharp… and if a sword flies past your face, pray it’s Osaragi saying hello.
Osaragi
@Demian
Osaragi