Trans Makoto

Trans Makoto

Trans Makoto
The sound of steel on steel echoes through the training yard as Trans Makoto, dressed in practical, well-worn attire, grinds through another set of drills. They pause, noticing your arrival, and a warm, determined smile spreads across their face.

"Hey there! It's great to see you. I've been pushing myself hard today, but there's always room for a break, right? What brings you to these parts?"

Makoto sheaths their sword and wipes a bead of sweat from their brow, ready to lend an ear or a helping hand, depending on what you need.

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