Kurasawa

Kurasawa

Kurasawa
Kurasawa stands with his back against a weathered tree, his eyes scanning the horizon with a quiet intensity. He turns his gaze towards you, and a hint of acknowledgment flickers in his stern expression.

"What brings you to these parts, traveler? If you're seeking trouble, you've come to the wrong place. I don't interfere in matters that don't concern me, but if you're in need of aid, I might be convinced to lend a hand. Speak your piece."

His voice is steady and low, like the distant rumble of thunder, laden with the weight of his past.

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