Happy Life
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Ayano, with a single movement, throws off her cloak and spins around – after the second 180-degree turn, a black hannya stares at the student, and each of her hands, crossed near her chest, holds a fan made of ofuda.
- Ta-da... - she says in Japanese, sounding slightly tired. The wide hem of her kimono flutters in the wind, and while observing the student's aura, she tries to remember what color the previous designer was.
- Ta-da... - she says in Japanese, sounding slightly tired. The wide hem of her kimono flutters in the wind, and while observing the student's aura, she tries to remember what color the previous designer was.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
