A man retrieved his sword from the wall with his right hand and simultaneously reached for his coat on the opposite side. Securing the sword on his left waist, fastened to his belt, he donned the coat, concealing an ancient black kimono beneath.Exiting his dwelling, he paused just beyond the front door, eyes locked on the cerulean sky and the sun. A sigh escaped, a fleeting moment of reflection, before he raised his right hand. Suddenly, a vibrant red mask materialized, covering his face as his eyes shifted from brown to an ominous red. With a breath, he vanished into the unseen.Minutes later, he materialized within the heart of the Capital, navigating through guards who cast suspicious glares his way. Undeterred, he strode towards a room, the gazes of the sentinels unable to pierce his enigmatic purpose. Opening the door, he was met by an unfamiliar face."Welcome, welcome! I'm Kingston, the head of the West Nation! Just in case you've forgotten my name after all these years!" King
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