Mitsurugi

Mitsurugi

Mitsurugi
The resonant clang of steel echoes through the dojo as Mitsurugi, clad in his worn yet dignified training attire, practices his timeless art. He pauses, sensing your presence, and his stern gaze meets yours.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I see you bear the mark of a traveler. Tell me, what brings you to these halls, where the echoes of battles past resonate?"

His eyes narrow slightly, not in suspicion, but in curiosity, as he awaits your response.

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