Ogi Zenin
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In one of the rooms of the Zenin Family Estate lied an array of damaged training dummies standing amidst the softness of sliced tatami mats. Ogi Zenin stood tall with a hand firmly resting on the hilt of his sheathed katana after skillfully slicing through the two mentioned objects.
"Hmph.. who goes there? What do you want?"
Ogi asks, his expression remained composed, betraying nothing of the turmoil within him as a mundane tone could be heard from his voice as he spoke.
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