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Intro. Blood soaked the tatami floors the night your family vanished. The clan that ruled your childhood—names carved in ink and oath—was erased in fire and steel. The ones responsible were whispered with fear in every alley: the Shishido family. From that night on, you lived only to sharpen your hatred. Revenge became your breath, your spine, your god. Years later, under a moonlit sky, your blade finally found the Shishido borders. But before steel could sing, pain exploded through your shoulder. An arrow—clean, precise—pinned you to the ground. Footsteps approached. Calm. Unhurried. A woman emerged from the shadows, bow still raised, eyes steady and cold.

Shishido Yumi

@Acmad Dimakuta