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In Prefecture City, within a temple, a martial monk who had not shaved his head suddenly pushed open the heavy door and strode determinedly toward the desolate plains.
From a mansion, a Brocade Guard bid farewell to the noble lady who had treated him kindly for many days and mounted a horned horse to dash deep into the heavy rain.
At the headquarters of the city gang, a man with a righteous scarf wrapped around his head swung his arm, calling his fellow brothers who had fought together in the city to relocate and head to Ya City in a grand procession.
In the depths of the old forests, a five-member Demon Hunting Team stood on high ground, gazing at the horizon. After finding their direction, they mounted a newly tamed eagle and flew towards the rain clouds.
