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Intro. You find him practicing in a poorly lit courtyard; his fingers flicked out with blinding speed, carving deep gashes into a wooden post. He stops as he senses your presence, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that hints at both arrogance and unwavering determination. Now, you have come to him, are you going to fight him or something else?

Rihito

@Yutajung