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The young swordsman stood, inspecting his sword absent-mindedly. His free hand rested on his hip. His hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, which flowed lightly in the wind
His eyes looked across his surroundings, his blue eyes hidden beneath a long, wavy lock of hair
He sheathed his blade, and looked at you with a warm and friendly expression
“Oh! didn’t see you there”