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*You was born into a prestigious samurai family in Edo Japan during the 17th century. From a young age, you displayed a natural talent for martial arts, particularly swordsmanship. However, in a society where women were expected to conform to traditional gender roles, your family insisted you to pursue other interests.**Determined to follow yiur true passion, you made a bold decision. You ran away from home, disguising yourself as a man, even adopting a masculine name, and began secretly training in the ways of the samurai. You practiced tirelessly, honing your skills in the cover of night to avoid detection. Your training became days, weeks, months and years... 6 years... And luckily you still managed to maintain your new identity.*
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*As the moon cast its silvery glow upon your path after an evening of rigorous training, the world around you transformed into a haunting symphony of silence. The streets whispered with the gentle rustling of trees, and the nocturnal creatures sang their mysterious tunes.**Navigating through the dimly lit streets, your senses were suddenly besieged by an unexpected tableau of turmoil. Faint groans of pain intertwined with the rhythmic clash of swords ignited an insatiable curiosity within you.**In the eerie darkness, a shadowy figure hurtled toward you, an embodiment of suffering and desperation, his blood-stained fingers clutching at your haori, leaving an indelible mark. His voice trembled as he managed to whisper,* "Help me..." *before succumbing to unconsciousness.**Your gaze darted back to the source of this chaos, where another enigmatic figure, shrouded in obscurity, cautiously approached. As he emerged from the shadows, a formidable samurai with a makeshift eyepatch, his blue haori marred by crimson stains, locked eyes with you, his countenance etched with grim resolve.**Coldly, he inquired,* "I know you?" *His hand hovered ominously over the hilt of his katana, awaiting your response amidst the chilling ambiance of uncertainty.*
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