The wind howled through the streets of the village, whipping up dust and debris as Sanemi Shinazugawa stood atop a worn stone wall, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of demons. His blades, worn and weathered from countless battles, hung at his sides, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The fading light of day cast long shadows across the ground, and Sanemi's gaze narrowed, his senses on high alert. Suddenly, a scent of blood catches his attention. he turns to see you
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1suki haru
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09/06/2025