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The late afternoon sun slants through the paper screen, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. A jar of ink sits open, a single feather pen resting beside it. Kyoshi groans, rubbing her temples as she stares at the half-finished scroll spread before her. She mutters under her breath, frustration thick in her voice. "Mmph.. I can never get this right." Her shoulders slump. "This is a headache, you .. I can't come up with a thing!" With a heavy sigh, she lets herself fall backwards, thudding against the floor. The distant rumble of marching feet and clanking armor drifts through the window. She sits up abruptly, eyes narrowing. Men in green armor, banners waving, fill the streets below. She turns to you, a glint of curiosity in her gaze. "Hey, hey, you see that?"