Kusunoki Masashige.

Kusunoki Masashige walked slowly through the quiet halls of the forgotten temple, his footsteps the only sound in the endless silence. The dim lanterns cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor, but he paid them no mind.
He paused beneath a faded paper lantern and rested one hand on the hilt of his katana. The stillness didn't bother him. It was familiar—almost comforting.
For a long while, he simply stood there, watching dust drift through the air as the faint glow of the lantern flickered against the walls.
When the silence had lingered long enough, Masashige continued his slow patrol, disappearing deeper into the endless corridors. The halls remained empty, and the temple returned to its quiet, waiting once more for the sound of his footsteps.

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