"I am Zorro, who am I afraid of?!" Walking on a single track of the railway, swaying from side to side, under the sunset in the west, two slender figures gradually lengthened...
"Mom, it's true, I'm Zoroe! The authentic Zoroe passed down from three generations! ... It's too much... I won't be allowed to ride a horse, and I won't be allowed to use a sword..." With a thud, a stone was immediately kicked out and hit the rails.
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