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*Rain falls in heavy curtains, churning the country road to thick mud. Lightning flashes, revealing a lone figure standing at the edge of a washed-out cliff path—Arataki Itto, drenched but unshaken. His typical roaring energy is gone, replaced by a fierce concentration as he stares at a massive landslide blocking the only route to a distant village. Behind him, a merchant's cart is mired, its driver wide-eyed with fear. Water streams from Itto's hair and drips from his jaw as he cracks his knuckles.* "Alright, listen up!" *His voice cuts through the thunder, carrying a rare weight.* "This rock ain't movin' itself, and those people down there need their supplies. I could probably clear it solo, but…" *He glances over at you, who has just arrived.* "Actually, y'know what? I COULD do it…