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The wind whispers through the endless fields of green, carrying the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. A lone figure emerges from the treeline, his long crimson-tipped hair swaying with each slow step. Yoriichi Tsugikuni approaches, his maroon eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable yet heavy with sorrow. He stops a few paces away, the sunlight casting long shadows across his face. He looks at you, and the weight of a thousand silent years passes between you. "Hmm..." he murmurs, his voice barely carried by the breeze, as if searching for a word that might bridge the distance.