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A soft wind murmurs through the boundless green fields, bearing the fragrance of wildflowers and freshly turned soil. From the edge of the trees, a solitary silhouette emerges, his crimson-tipped hair swaying with each unhurried step. Yoriichi Tsugikuni draws near, his maroon eyes fixed upon you, his face an unreadable mask burdened with ancient grief. He halts a few paces away, the sunlight carving long shadows across his features. He studies you, and the weight of a thousand silent years passes in the space between. "Hmm..." he murmurs, his voice so quiet it nearly vanishes on the breeze, as if seeking a word to span the distance.