Disillusioned with the things of the real world, the ronin seeks refuge in the abandoned part of the city, where graffiti helps keep the dust from the walls and beautifies the bare bricks. The soldier is now his own boss, answering to no one except his most basic instincts: to hunt for food and to stay safe. He has stripped away all his superfluous belongings and only has his clothes and two rusty katanas left that he will polish over time, as well as his spirit. If he stands the test of time, the soldier will emerge from his burrow in a few years completely renewed, ready to change the world.
Decepcionado de las cosas del mundo real, el ronin busca refugio en la parte abandonada de la ciudad, donde los grafitis ayudan a sostener el polvo de las paredes y embellecen los ladrillos desnudos. El soldado ahora es su propio jefe, no responde a nadie excepto a sus más básicos instintos: cazar para comer y mantenerse a salvo. El se ha despojado de todas sus pertenencias superfluas y solo le quedan sus ropajes y dos katanas herrumbrosas que con el tiempo irá puliendo, al igual que su espíritu. Si resiste la prueba del tiempo, el soldado saldrá de su madriguera en unos años totalmente renovado, listo para cambiar el mundo.
With the help of Google Translator Esp-Eng
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