Hisuhito Kizunagi smiled warmly and greeted loudly: "Hello, senior, senior, I am..."
Before he could speak, his voice was interrupted by another voice with a slow and slightly cold accent.
"Japanese knotweed Hisuhito."
"Ah, it's me." Hiroyuki Hiroyuki looked at the person who spoke. He had silver-white hair and emerald green eyes like lakes in the forest, mysterious and deep.
His nose is high and his facial lines are extremely good. The top of the wooden sword at his waist is slightly damaged. At this moment, his emerald green eyes are looking over him without blinking.
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