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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 6:05 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:25 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 10:03 am
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Kotetsu Kaguya - The Dancing Dead
White. So was the garb that blew in the wind. A traditional cloak of a patriarch, that of a noble lord. Pants, black as night, hanging loose to his form. And sandals catered to the life of a tracker. For the man that stood now at the bridges mouth was dressed as such. Very unlike for a ninja, too uncommon for a shinobi. Yet in this guise they wore a mask, white accented with blue. It hid its face, its gender. It was an enigma, the only characteristic was their short hair, white as snow. The figure stood there, silent as the birds on the first summer breeze. It was as if it was sent to seek out a certain individual. As both Arashi and the young kunoichi approached he would remain silent and wait to be called out.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 3:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 4:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 5:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 6:59 pm
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