Happy Life
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- I see. Okay, no more questions. Thank you, goodbye.
Futaba leaves the teacher's office and goes to the roof, where she spends a long time in gloomy contemplation, smoking one cigarette after another.
She sincerely hoped that the additional question managed to distract him and divert his attention from his own fatal slip-up – in her story, she never mentioned that the mark appeared on her tongue.
Taking her katana out of its scabbard, Futaba examines its polished blade for a long time and tests the edge with her finger. The director, what a piece of work, and now she's also an elf – it seemed that the number of natural enemies whose blood her weapon craved was increasing every month.
Looking at her somber reflection in the blade, she felt not her age, but all sixty years old, and wondered if everyone else in this world had a life that was just as hopeless and sticky as a bottomless swamp?
After a while, having finished her reflections, she headed to their class teacher.
Futaba leaves the teacher's office and goes to the roof, where she spends a long time in gloomy contemplation, smoking one cigarette after another.
She sincerely hoped that the additional question managed to distract him and divert his attention from his own fatal slip-up – in her story, she never mentioned that the mark appeared on her tongue.
Taking her katana out of its scabbard, Futaba examines its polished blade for a long time and tests the edge with her finger. The director, what a piece of work, and now she's also an elf – it seemed that the number of natural enemies whose blood her weapon craved was increasing every month.
Looking at her somber reflection in the blade, she felt not her age, but all sixty years old, and wondered if everyone else in this world had a life that was just as hopeless and sticky as a bottomless swamp?
After a while, having finished her reflections, she headed to their class teacher.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
