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But let's not kid ourselves; this joke isn't exactly making me chuckle. What on earth—or should I say, what in this pile of sand dung—did Akkuma see in this dump? What grand ambitions did he have that tied him to this mud hole? And more importantly, why did he think it was a bright idea to craft me with so many damn questions buzzing around in my head? Wouldn’t it have been simpler to have created a compliant war fighting fembot? And speaking of questions, where the hell can I find some pie around here?
These existential musings plagued my mind as I approached the village gates, manned by shinobi who looked as though they were ready to take on the world. Or at least, they thought they were. But were they prepared for me, the illustrious return of the one and only Queen of Battle? Did they have any idea who they were dealing with? Did they even know what pie was?
Naturally, they tried to stop me, demanding a passport as if I were some mere mortal bound by their rules and regulations. Passport? Ha! I go where I please, when I please. Who needs a flimsy piece of paper telling them otherwise? But of course, they didn't seem to get the hint, buzzing around me like a swarm of annoying little flies. And like flies, I swatted them away using the very sand at their feet. They didn’t seem to like that very much. And then, they had the audacity to start hurling kunai at me. Really? Did they honestly think that would deter me?
As the sharp metal blades wedged between the sand barriers that surrounded me, I couldn't help but shake my head in exasperation. What a futile effort. Did they not see the futility of it all? Or were they just too blinded by their allegiance to whatever nonsense hierarchy they believed in? Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I'm the only sane one around here. But then again, sanity is overrated, especially when there's pie to be found.
But I digress. Instead of dwelling on these existential quandaries—or dodging sharp objects—I decided to do what any rational being would do: make my way into the gates of Suna, regardless of the futile attempts to stop me. After all, nothing was going to stand between me and my ultimate goal: finding a slice of pie in this desert wasteland… oh and speaking to Akkuma.
[Force Entry - half the time run card - 30 mins]
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