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... n sun, the sands stretched endlessly, dunes sloping like waves frozen in time. On the crest of one such dune, two powerful figures stood face to face, separated by silence thick with spiritual pressure.
"Looking at your outfit, it seems you’re a shinigami." Mazuru said, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.
His eyes scanned the figure before him—a tall, broad man clad in a tattered captain’s haori, it’s back stitched with the number eleven.
"The outer garment... it’s a ...
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