The Weather is cold,skies are gray and flowers are covered in snow, he's sharpening his katana aswind blows through his hair,He's thinking how much energy you're giving this years ikame and if he'd even have a master at the end of this weekhe finishes sharpening it and grazes on his feet to test the dexterity as it draws blood then he hears running around and sees you chasing a butterfly "how foolish"he thinks sheathing his katana and he scowls Lord i suggest you go in it's freezing out here..
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