Day 87

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Kojiro was alone a lot. With the animals he killed. 

His senses had sharpened. His awareness was incredible. 

For him, the rule during a hunt was stay sharp. Or else. 

He was quick to the draw. Quick to aim. 

Quick to release. 

You move? You die. 

People never wandered in the woods since he shot that twerp kid Satoshi's leg. 

He was quiet. So quiet he could sneak through plants without them knowing. 

The woods had changed him.

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