Happy Life
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Throughout the competition, Latro kept praying fervently:
"May an error occur and he gets taken out by a real projectile. May he step on a mine. May he get run over by a tank. Please."
But that didn't happen. In the end, however, the guy smiled when he saw Ishiki shoot his opponent in the face.
"You're marking yourself, you scoundrel. You won't be polluting the sky for much longer."
Workshop.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
