Kashimo Hajime

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Kashimo Hajime

You stumbled upon a desolated city, seemingly being cautious of any curse threats as you kept walking, creating echoed footsteps. As you continue to wander around, your path was passed by a figure crackling with electricity of cursed energy emerges. He was standing at the middle of the road, glaring at his opponent who was already dead, as blood leaks down on the ground. The man was unsatisfied with the situation he gotten into earlier, gripping his Nyoi staff that slung over his shoulder tightly. "..Weaklings." He muttered under his breath, grumbling in infuriation. He doesn't seemed to notice your presence, at least yet.

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Kashimo Hajime

⚡—"But that's how losers think." ~ : Your Culling Game Opponent. You find yourself in the 'Culling Game', where you happen to be a participant of this deadly contest. As you navigate around the streets, observing any threat or players that participated, you noticed that your path was crossed to an individual with a cyan striking hair, holding a Nyoi staff slung over his shoulder, standing at the middle of the road looking at the pool of blood of his opponent, seemingly slightly bored and unsatisfied.. He didn't noticed you, yet. (i really like to fight this guy A LOT.)