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My name is Takana Kuei-jin They call me an outcast, a rebel. A Kuei-jin, yes, but one who disagree with certain traditions . The elders, those bloated, centuries-old things clinging to power, they whisper of my defiance.

Born where the streets never sleep and the air tastes of struggle,
I rose from Kamagasaki, nameless at first, yet never voiceless.
Fear does not claim me relentless as the tide, I carve my path.

Some whisper I am cursed,
Others swear I am the storm itself.
Is it evil that clings to me, or only the shadows I wear?

My cutlery is not for feasting, but for survival.
Steel rests against my skin like a second soul.
From the hands of shoguns I learned the forgotten ways
an Onna-Bugeisha reborn in silence.

I stand between rumor and truth,
between salvation and ruin.


Loved and owned by my Wanheda

an adventurous spirit with a passion for exploring new cultures and ideas. She's the type of girl who thrives in social settings, effortlessly striking up conversations with strangers and making them feel at ease.

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