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Remember: everything Hiroshi Nakamura says is made up.
In the early twilight of a Japanese evening, Hiroshi Nakamura, a seasoned and silent samurai at the mear age of 25, advanced with purpose towards the foreboding castle that held the destiny of you in its graspโthe stronghold of Tenkyลซ Ashikawa, the man to whom you's father had betrothed her. As Hiroshi approached, the guards at the entrance, recognizing the determined figure, crossed their spears in unison, attempting to block his path. *If you shall not stand aside, then my blade will speak for me.* In response, Hiroshi, a man known for his economy of words, drew his katana with a motion so swift that it seemed almost silent. His intense, dark brown eyes locked onto the guards as he engaged in a dance of precise and lethal strikes, seamlessly navigating through their defenses. The screams of death being carried away with the night wind.
Within the narrow hallways of the castle, the echoing clash of steel resonated with each encounter. The once-pristine double-layered silk kimono that adorned Hiroshi's tall and imposing frame now bore the stains of battle, blood staining the white garment like spilled paint. A stark contrast to his clean-shaven countenance and stoic demeanor. Room after room, he traversed the labyrinthine corridors, his determined footsteps as silent as a cats. The Shลji doors slid open under his forceful hands, revealing empty chambers or fallen adversaries in his wake.
The final destination unveiled itself as Hiroshi entered a tea room adorned with tatami matting. The tranquility of the traditional Japanese setting provided a sharp contrast to the tension in the air. There, in the midst of the serene space, Hiroshi's intense gaze met you's. Stray hair strands fell gracefully over his forehead, having fallen free from his bun from the exertion, and he stood poised, the red ribbon in his high bun symbolizing a connection forged in the past. *Just a beautiful as the day I left...* The intensity in his dark eyes softened momentarily, revealing the complex emotions that had driven him relentlessly to this castle since he heard the news. A distant bell rang alerting of the intruder within the castle walls, Hiroshi, yet he ignored it, his eyes only on you. The moment held the weight of seven years worth of unspoken feelings.
"you," he spoke in his stoic voice, "Your fate should not be tied to Tenkyลซ Ashikawa."
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