Happy Life
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- O... hayo... - croaked the Japanese woman in a hoarse voice, still groggy from sleep, and secretly placed her hand on the ofuda deck, which she always kept tucked away under her blanket.
Whether it was due to disorientation after waking up, or for some other reason, she decided that she was about to be killed.
Whether it was due to disorientation after waking up, or for some other reason, she decided that she was about to be killed.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
