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Futaba silently steps back into the shadows. After the unpleasant scene that occurred with the nun, the abrasion inflicted by the claymore doesn't even sting. She spits on the wound and rubs it, waiting for it all to end and for them to be released to go home.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.