YOU SAID:
The shade's typical blue eyes were traded for a violent tint of red that seemed to glow and pluse with the rhythm of his breathing. In that moment he had gone blind to the world around him; his mind consumed by a primal rage. His voice had a foreign grit to it, nothing like the others had ever heard from him before.
INTO JAPANESE
日陰の典型的な青い目は、彼の呼吸のリズムで光るように見えた赤とパルスの暴力的な色合いで取引されました。その瞬間に彼はブラインド彼の周りの世界に行っていた彼の心は、原初の怒りによって消費されます。彼の声はあったそれに外国グリット、他のような何も今まで前に彼から聞いていた。
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