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Welcome to "𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲"
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"--and her name was Hashinoru Nooro(Nūro) . A descendent of a powerful god and the heir to the Hashinoru Clan--"
"Don't you think you're saying it a little too. . . uh exaggerating?"
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"Hey look! I think that's her!" One of the villagers whispered loudly, causing the young brunette to stole a sneaking glance at them before returning back to her own business. Like any other normal human being would do--
"She's the descendent right?"
"What's so special about her? She doesn't even look that pretty, and I doubts she's even strong enough to become a Ninja"
"Don't talk so loud! She'll hear you"
Nooro casted her gaze downwards, her face was blank, not wearing any emotions as she overheard the Villagers whisper and talk like they always do. But unfortunately, she seemed to be the topic of today.
Nooro's misty blue eyes caught her reflection in the river below her, looking over her own features and frowned.
They're right. . . She looked at her reflection with a blank glare, what's so special about you?
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"It's all her fault!"
No it's not
"The Village is ruined because of that monster!"
What did I do?
"Sacrifice her, our Village will never let such creature live amongst us!"
But. . . . I didn't do anything. . .
"At least if you die. . . I'll have her back"
Please. . don't leave. . . I never did anything wrong. .
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That night, a god frowned deeply at the mortals, his eyes flaring with rage as he stood from his throne. In his hands held a dagger, the blade forged and made of Stygian Iron, the handle of the blade was wrapped in dark brown leather.
"Foolish mortals" The god's voice sounded un-real, it was deep, husky and almost echo-like. With a single flick of a wrist. A pillar arose from the ground, the God dropped the dagger onto the pillar, watching as it sunk into the floor, and disappearing out of sight.
"Show me your potential child. And i'll let you live another day."
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