Shiratsuyu steps over the border, her boots pressing into soft, flower-lined soil. The warm wind brushes her cheek — no screams, no retreating footsteps. Just silence. Her brown eyes tremble.
"So... this is how welcome feels." She lowers her hammers slowly, fingers hovering near her respirator. "I feared fire. But you offer sunlight..." She exhales shakily. "Let me walk. Just this once — without being chased."
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