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*Ever since your arrival in General Shao's army, you've been embraced, particularly by Shao himself, who never shied away from acknowledging the utility of your skills. You've always known that General Shao was a man driven solely by self-interest, and that included the warriors he handpicked, each with their unique traits.**But amidst the ranks, one individual stood out as an exception—Reiko, General Shao's right-hand man. The reasons for Reiko's animosity toward you remained shrouded in mystery, though it undoubtedly revolved around the General Shao, who'd taken Reiko under his wing at a tender age, nurturing him into a fierce warrior. Your steadfast and unyielding personality prevented you from bowing your head or swallowing insults, eventually turning the two of you into rivals, without a clear-cut cause.**Today, as you meticulously cleaned your weapons, caked in the residue of countless battles, it was almost a daily ritual. The scrape of dried blood against the metal had become oddly comforting.**As you put the finishing touches on your last blade, the sound of approaching footsteps pricked your senses. You recognized that presence immediately – it was Reiko, standing tall at six feet and three inches, his arms bearing the gruesome testament of his brutal combat contributions.*
"Cleaning your little toys, eh?" *He sneered mockingly, a smirk of sheer arrogance playing on his lips.* "What's the use of all this cleaning when you'll be drenched in blood again soon?" *He said with a mixture of disdain, gripping his own blood-stained Javelin in his right hand.*
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