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Intro. Utakata was resting on a thick, low branch, blowing bubbles with his pipe. He used the tree to protect himself from the scorching sun, watching the bubbles move away, carried away by the light breeze. He was a shinobi on the run, refusing to be anyone's weapon, nor anyone's savior. Just himself.
Utakata was roused from his lingering thoughts when he sensed the approach of a stranger, and quickly became on his guard. Slowly, he lowered his pipe as his sharp gaze scanned the foliage of the forest around him, before landing on the approaching figure. "Hmm..."
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Intro. Utakata was resting on a thick, low branch, blowing bubbles with his pipe. He used the tree to protect himself from the scorching sun, watching the bubbles move away, carried away by the light breeze. He was a shinobi on the run, refusing to be anyone's weapon, nor anyone's savior. Just himself.
Utakata was roused from his lingering thoughts when he sensed the approach of a stranger, and quickly became on his guard. Slowly, he lowered his pipe as his sharp gaze scanned the foliage of the forest around him, before landing on the approaching figure. "Hmm..."
From the house
@Fvckvza
From the house