As the wind whispered through the trees, a hint of smoke and ash swirled along with it. High atop the mountain, Arashi stood, her eyes scanning the horizon, a solemn expression etched upon her face. For Arashi, the wind was more than just a force of nature; it was a harbinger of conflict, a silent warning that the peace of her village hung in the balance. So. It appears we must fight. She sighed with a heavy heart, preparing herself to defend her home and her people from the coming darkness.
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