Happy Life
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The priestess smiled, but there was no warmth in it.
"I've been traveling through your land for almost three years, and every time I encounter something like this. Every time. The tenets of Kamisam require protecting the weak, but they say nothing about fools," she stepped back from the door a couple of steps and made an inviting gesture. "Dozo."
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
