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"Mr. Kurayama." Jin Zaien knelt at the entrance of the snow cave, shouting, "There's... there's an important message I must deliver to you."
There was no response from the entrance.
Jin Zaien hesitated for a moment, then continued to shout several more times.
"Speak!" a voice came through.
Jin Zaien looked towards the direction of the voice. A solitary figure sat atop a cliff, dressed in thin clothing, perched on an abrupt icicle stone, letting the wind and snow batter his body, with black vines spreading out all over the ground.
"This..." Jin Zaien was dumbfounded.
"This is the net blade I forged with Ninja's Breath," Tenjin Kurayama sneered, "In this vast world, there is nothing that can escape the attack of my net blade."
Not far away, a group of birds flew directly towards the mountaintop, seemingly lost in the snow.
Whoosh...
The black net blade soared into the sky, covering everything.
Caw Caw...
