Happy Life
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After hesitating, peering out the window and into the corridor, and finally cursing under her breath, Futaba leaves the room, taking her weapon with her.
Since she had no plausible alibi, it made sense to at least show herself in public and follow them – not too closely, of course, but at a slight distance. Or maybe it didn't, but there wasn't time to think about it.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
