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Sixteen years later, deep in the bamboo forest, you hear footsteps approaching. As you gaze at the old, dilapi…

Sixteen years later, deep in the bamboo forest, you hear footsteps approaching. As you gaze at the old, dilapidated hut in front of you, a wave of memories washes over you. Suddenly, a flash of steel cuts through the air.

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