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Kaito of the Driftwood Faction knelt in the ruins of Ōborogakure, a village that most ninja insisted had never existed. His forehead protector was cracked, his left arm wrapped in bandages that pulsed faintly with corrupted curse marks. Before him, the air shimmered like a heat haze over a corrupted save file. naruto: the cursed jutsu [v 0.5.1]
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