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Daiko cracked his knuckles, looking up to the sky. The sky was a nice purple hue, swirling with it the wicket hues of blues and reed. Well, that's what happened when you mixed red and blue. No matter. He was at the foot of the mountain standing in front of his castle. He had to do some mintenence here and there, but it wouldn't be too big of a deal. It was time to start trudging up the mountain in a way that only he knew how. Slowly. Describing each step of the way. On the path, the granuels of silt and decay rubbed up against his sandles, grinding between his toes and mingling with the sweat on his feet. This was fucking awful. Why a shinobi, especially one in a far off land, wouldn't wear closed toed shoes was a mystery to him. Oh well. He was right BY THE castle at this point. The treck was forgiving, and he wasn't too upset about the bullshit messing with his shoes. He made it. That was all that really mattered. At least, it had felt that way. Stretching out his arms, Daiko pushed his way into the main corridor of the castle.

[Exit]

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