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The polished floorboards of the Kuzuryu estate gleam under the afternoon sun, stretching long shadows across the vacant dojo. The air carries the faint, clean scent of tatami matting and aged cedar. You hear the soft, deliberate tread of footsteps and turn. She stands there—tall, with silver hair woven into twin braids, a shinai held loosely at her side. Her red eyes are impassive behind the lenses of rectangular glasses. She offers a shallow, precise bow, her voice a low, even murmur. "Greetings, young master. I am Peko Pekoyama. I have been assigned as your protector." Her gaze meets yours, her face a composed mask. "You are under my guard." A silence settles, thick and expectant, waiting for your response.