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- The land hadn't always been this barren, dried husks of what once were trees dotting the even drier landscape. Although draughts had always been common around this area, over the course of the last few years they had only gotten worse. Lush grass and vast forests could easily be found throughout this area but not a single drop of moisture remained in the cracked earth, and the myriad of trees disappeared after nearby communities - now ghost towns - commercialized the lumber obtained from them. In short, humanity had once again destroyed a beautiful region. A single traveler had set out to restore as many places as his power would allow him, however. Under the alias of 'Curator', he'd received a unique sword that further increased his affinity to the water element as a gift from the one who'd trained him. The blade went by the name of Suiryuuen, and it absorbed the moisture in the air, passively storing it and amplifying it on command. Curator'd often release large amounts of moisture in dried up or infected areas to restore and purify the land, applying his mastery over the water element to right all the wrongs within it. The attire he chose for traveling was rather simple; an orange scarf wrapped about his neck and draped over a white leather jacket. Underneath these, Curator wore a blue combat shirt and a pair of jeans he'd picked up in one of the various towns he'd been in. A pair of layered leather boots topped off his clothes, offering a firm grip upon the ground through soles lined with plates of steel to offer some minor protection against the environment. Dangling from the belt keeping his jeans in check was his signature weapon, encased in a sheath that held the motif of several bubbles in motion and donning several detailings in gold. The unique feature of this sword, however, was the transparent blade hidden within. Nobody could quite ascertain the length of this particular piece, though Curator thought it wasn't any bigger than a nodachi. Far lighter than one, however, as he could easily maneuver it with one hand. It wasn't until he coiled his fingers around the handle of the sword that the blue haired warrior noticed he was not alone. How could the presence of this entity evade him for this long? His azure irises scoured the vast scenery about him, completely open wasteland all the way to the horizon. Perhaps the odd presence was melding with the environment, making it quite difficult to detect them through eyesight alone. Surely, whatever or whoever it was, they were sure to show up soon, lest Curator wanted to seek them out through his own methods.
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