The wind blows in the young adult male’s hair as he stand inside a magnificent temple, located deep in the mountains. The temple is surrounded by a winding path of gold that leads through the dense forest. He sits in front of a blade. A family heirloom passed down through generations. He picks it up and puts it on his belt as he stepped foot outside, breathing in the crispy warm air. He opened his mouth as he muttered some words. “Father. I will make you proud.” He closed his mouth after uttering this sentence. The blade’s sheath gleamed in the sunlight as he started walking down the path, descending the long road that leads to the city of Denthowe. A hour later, he arrives at Denthowe. He is greeted by the city’s messenger as he is guided to the leader, who lives in a fairly modest home not far from the entrance of Denthowe. The leader. A five foot 9 inches, messy black haired, casual clothed guy. He greets the young adult without knowing his name. “So. What did you come here for?” He asked with intrigue in his voice. “I’m looking for someone. A women. Only about 17. She has a high bounty on her and i want it. So i came to see if you know anything of her.” He replied with dryness in his speech. “I know who you’re talking about, but i need your name to tell you!” He hastily said with excitement. “My name? Rage. That’s my name. I’m a samurai and bounty hunter.” He replied with a bit of malice. “Thank you rage! Her name is Flay, she lives in this city, run down house, but be careful, she is strong. You might not be able to take her.” He spoke with some worry. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’ve fought worse. But if you are lying, i’ll cut your fucking veins.” He replied as he left to go look for Flay not heeding the warning.

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