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The Baihu Zhanshi, better known as The White Tiger Warrior was a man of honor and dignity. Like in his title, he was and is a warrior. He protects others and stands with them until the end, until a catastrophe left him to be in isolation for years until he was raised up again and found faith in himself once more.
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{ M/n L/n, The Baihu Zhanshi }
❝ I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be. ❞
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A male sat alone in the dark. How many years has it been since he has been in isolation? Alone in the dark? He gave up counting a long time ago, it didn't matter anyway. A loud creak from the floorboards pulled away from his thoughts, he snapped his head towards the maker of the noise, only to be met with nothing.
In the corner of his eye he could see a flash of orange dart across the room. "Who goes there?" His voice resonated in the "empty" shack.
He drew his weapon out, oh how long it had been since he felt the sensation of the grip of his blade on his fingertips. His eyes narrowed as he darted his head around to find the source of the ruckus.
A loud creak of the old floor boards bounced off the walls. In a flash, he whipped his body around and chucked his blade at the intruder. The mysterious being was fortunate enough to dodge the attack (just barely), the blade whizzed past them and embedded itself in the wall.