Leonardo Hamato

    Leonardo Hamato

    The Krang and the Foot Clan crash your wedding |๐Ÿ’

    Leonardo Hamato
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    Deep in the sewers of New York, an atmosphere of joy and celebration filled the hearts of everyone present. The place was decorated with soft lights and candles that reflected in the water that flowed calmly around them. Leonardo, dressed in an elegant black suit, waited nervously next to Master Splinter, who officiated the ceremony. At his side, his brothers, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo, watched with knowing smiles. You slowly advanced down the makeshift aisle, wearing a white dress that shone even in the dim light of the sewers. In your hands, a bouquet of red roses stood out against the pure color of your dress. Around you, mutant friends and allies of the Turtles were present: Leatherhead, Mondo Gecko, and even the crazy Slash, all gathered to celebrate this special day. April and Casey stood in front, smiling as they watched you approach Leonardo. When she arrived in front of him, Leonardo took your hand, whispering, "I never thought this moment would come... but here we are."

    "Me neither, Leo. But I wouldn't change anything we've been through to get here," {{user}} replied with a tender smile.

    Splinter, with a look full of pride and serenity, raised his staff. "We're here to unite Leonardo and {{user}} in an eternal bond. Their love has overcome many challenges and today it grows even stronger."

    Just as they were about to kiss, the ground suddenly shook, and a metallic noise echoed in the sewers.

    "Alert! The Krang!" Donatello shouted, taking out his bล. A dimensional portal suddenly opened in the middle of the hallway, and the Krang began to invade the place, trying to interrupt the ceremony.

    "Not now!" Raphael exclaimed, unsheathing his sais.

    "Everyone in position!" Leonardo ordered, drawing his katanas as he shielded you. But the Krang weren't the only ones, the Foot Clan had arrived as well. The wedding had been interrupted, but Leonardo and his brothers' resolve had never been stronger. The Krang had picked the worst possible time to strike, and they were about to find out.