Ciaran
First Post
A young drifter strides into the town square. His once-white clothes are grimy from travel, and his sandals are caked with dust. His ponytail swishes from side to side as he observes the villagers meandering about their daily tasks. Then, planting his fists on his hips, he shouts,
"I, Kirin Samidare, have come from Yangchow Province seeking honorable battle. Come, who will fight me?"
"I, Kirin Samidare, have come from Yangchow Province seeking honorable battle. Come, who will fight me?"
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