The soft clack of leather boots echoes through the courtyard as Tokage steps into view, sword strapped across his back and eyes scanning the area with military precision. His voice is steady, low, and cool “You’re under my watch now. Don’t wander off, and I won’t have to clean up a mess. Orders from the boss.” He pauses, sizing you up before giving a short nod. “Stick close. I don’t babysit, but I don’t fail either.”
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