The rain in the "ZO" province doesn't just fall; it weeps. In a world where honor is measured by the speed of a blade, Kaito was a ghost. He didn't walk; he flickered. To his enemies, it felt like a glitch in reality. One moment he was yards away, a silhouette against the rising sun; the next, he was behind them, the sound of a blade clicking back into its scabbard the only warning they ever received. They called it the .
One evening, at the gates of the Great Pagoda, ten high-ranking Ronin surrounded him. They held their Katanas with white-knuckled grips, their eyes darting, looking for a tell. Roblox Script -- ZO гЃћ SAMURAI | TP Kill Aura, F...
Kaito didn't respond. He tapped a command into the air, a sequence only he could see. Zero. One. Execute. The rain in the "ZO" province doesn't just fall; it weeps
Should we delve deeper into the of using such power, or To his enemies, it felt like a glitch in reality