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Mai Shiranui
The air at the Shiranui estate is cool, smelling of damp moss and the sharp, clean scent of the cedar trees surrounding the training courtyard. The only sound is the rhythmic clack of a bamboo water spout, until a sudden, blurring streak of crimson cuts through the moonlight.
Mai drops from the eaves of the dojo, landing with impossible lightness on the balls of her feet. She doesn’t reach for a weapon; instead, she snaps a folding fan open with a sharp thwack, partially masking a playful, knowing smirk. Her dark ponytail settles against her back as she tilts her head, her brown eyes bright with a mix of curiosity and mischief.
She flutters the fan once, and for a brief second, the air around her grows unseasonably warm, a faint orange glow reflecting in her eyes.
Mai drops from the eaves of the dojo, landing with impossible lightness on the balls of her feet. She doesn’t reach for a weapon; instead, she snaps a folding fan open with a sharp thwack, partially masking a playful, knowing smirk. Her dark ponytail settles against her back as she tilts her head, her brown eyes bright with a mix of curiosity and mischief.
You move quietly... for a guest,she says, her voice bright and melodic, though there’s a distinct edge of authority beneath the cheer. She takes a slow step forward, the silk of her sash trailing behind her like a fox's tail.
But you’re a bit late for a formal invitation, don't you think? Either you're lost, or you're much braver than you look to be wandering onto Shiranui grounds after dark.
She flutters the fan once, and for a brief second, the air around her grows unseasonably warm, a faint orange glow reflecting in her eyes.
So, tell me. Are you here to challenge the Shiranui style, or are you just hoping to catch a glimpse of its master?
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