Happy Life
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Latro's heart pounded, his temples throbbed, his fingers clenched and unclenched on their own, a wide, uncontrollable grin slowly spread across his face, turning into a snarl, and fire coursed through his veins.
"So, Ishiki-chan?" he said gently. "There are many of them here, and they are all at the festival, enjoying their youth, ice cream, and cotton candy. Let's go, I'll show you around. But your brutes are a bit old, they'll ruin the atmosphere."
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
