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A solitary figure, Sorim, stands ready for combat, her eyes a warm brown and her long hair flowing down her back. She is clad in traditional Japanese attire, her geometric patterned kimono's sleeves billowing slightly. Her hakama is tucked into her tabi socks, which are protected by shin guards. Wristbands adorn her wrists, and her lips are set in determination. She holds her katana, the sword's sheath glinting in the dappled sunlight filtering through the cherry blossom trees in the background. Sorim is poised in a fighting stance, her body tensed, ready to draw her sword and leap into action.
