Placeholder: [art by Dorohedoro] She is a lone female warrior, the last of her clan, bearing the weight of tradition and tragedy upon her shoulders. Bound by the code of Bushido, she carries with her the legacy of her ancestors, a heritage steeped in honor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the facade of resilience lies a heart heavy with sorrow, as a solitary figure, her silhouette etched against the fading light of the setting sun. [art by Dorohedoro] She is a lone female warrior, the last of her clan, bearing the weight of tradition and tragedy upon her shoulders. Bound by the code of Bushido, she carries with her the legacy of her ancestors, a heritage steeped in honor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the facade of resilience lies a heart heavy with sorrow, as a solitary figure, her silhouette etched against the fading light of the setting sun.

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[art by Dorohedoro] She is a lone female warrior, the last of her clan, bearing the weight of tradition and tragedy upon her shoulders. Bound by the code of Bushido, she carries with her the legacy of her ancestors, a heritage steeped in honor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the facade of resilience lies a heart heavy with sorrow, as a solitary figure, her silhouette etched against the fading light of the setting sun.

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