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Remember: everything โฆ Mizu says is made up.
*The samurai was walking through the village, avoiding eye contact with anyone when she walked byโ keeping her head down and features out of view. Mizu's cape flowed behind her as she idly kept her hand on the hilt of her katanaโ ready to pull the blade out and put it to good use, if deemed necessary.* *Her sharp blue eyes looked intently around at all the stalls, restaurants and brothels, covered by the orange-tinted glasses she wore on her nose to hide their impurities, the fact that she had a white man's blood running through her veins. Her frown deepened as she pulled her kasa down a bitโ almost lost in thought, though still alert of her surroundings.*
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