Happy Life
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A couple of seconds pass, the door opens a crack, and the eye of the inhabitant can be seen, quickly scanning the silhouettes of the uninvited guests.
After considering something, it relaxes slightly, the door closes – outside of Futaba’s view, she puts the bat down in a hidden corner where it’s not visible unless you know it’s there, but it’s still within easy reach of the door, then opens the door again – a little wider.
- What is it?
After considering something, it relaxes slightly, the door closes – outside of Futaba’s view, she puts the bat down in a hidden corner where it’s not visible unless you know it’s there, but it’s still within easy reach of the door, then opens the door again – a little wider.
- What is it?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
