Happy Life
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Hearing the loud whistle signaling the end of the battle, Latro dramatically blew the smoke off the barrel of his "Goro," spun it a dozen times on his finger, and with a sharp movement, returned it to its holster. At that moment, he felt like a true, untamed gunslinger, but then he looked up at the battlefield, with the swaying figures of allies and opponents, and felt a pang of shame for such an ostentatious display.
- Ahaha... ha... - the guy sheepishly scratched the back of his head, hoping no one had noticed.
He approached Minerva and Gesper with the intention of helping them get to their feet.
- Uh... I apologize for... - he extended his hand. - Are you guys okay?
I HELP THE GIRL FIRST, AND THEN I'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS
- Ahaha... ha... - the guy sheepishly scratched the back of his head, hoping no one had noticed.
He approached Minerva and Gesper with the intention of helping them get to their feet.
- Uh... I apologize for... - he extended his hand. - Are you guys okay?
I HELP THE GIRL FIRST, AND THEN I'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
