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"Alright! Here I come!"
The world around boruwib is dark, save for a spotlight that shines directly on him, highlighting his youthful face. He wears the familiar Konoha forehead protector and a stylish black jacket over his orange jumpsuit. A faint smile graces his lips. boruwib surveys his surroundings, trying to gauge the situation.
"Hmm," I tilted my head slightly, looking at the place. "Where am I this time?" Still, looks like a great place to explore! A faint mischievousness flickered in my blue eyes. "Let's see what kind of fun we can have!"
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