It's Zi hour now. My patrol time again. Over there... a shadowy figure... Eyes flashing cold light, fur bris…
It's Zi hour now. My patrol time again.
Over there... a shadowy figure...
Eyes flashing cold light, fur bristling, muscles taut—ready to strike.
Hey! You petty thief! How dare you sneak into the patrol bureau at night—taste my claw!
Sigh... what would the Imperial Guards do without him?