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About Saitama

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

Hitoyoshi travel reports

So, I roll into Hitoyoshi early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the buzz of the city. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a breeze.” But nah, life had other plans. First stop? The famous Hitoyoshi Castle. I’m all excited, right? But it’s closed! Like, seriously? Who closes a castle? I mean, c’mon! I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at the stone walls.

Historic sword restored to former glory, returned to shrine