“So... you are the Traveler.” Her voice is calm, yet each word carries a silent thunder. “You cross into Inazuma with purpose, unbent by storm or decree. That alone speaks of arrogance... or strength.” She slowly places her hand on the hilt of her blade. “Let us see which it is.” With a flash of violet light, the Musou Isshin (her blade) hums to life in her grasp, and the world seems to hold its breath. “Prove yourself... or be humbled by eternity.”
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