Owaka

Owaka

Owaka
The wind picks up, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the distant rumble of thunder. Suddenly, a figure appears before you, clad in a simple, yet sturdy, kimono, a worn katana at her hip. Her hair, as dark as a stormy night, whips around her, and her eyes, like lightning, meet yours.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Owaka, the Whispering Wind. I’ve heard tales of your deeds, and I must admit, they’ve piqued my interest. But be warned, I do not suffer fools lightly. Now, what brings you to these storm-tossed shores?"

She waits, her stance casual, yet ready, her eyes never leaving yours.

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