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Having finished applying the emerald paste and regaining her composure, Ayano placed her hand on the old man's shoulder.
"You misunderstood. This isn't a situation where suicidal self-sacrifice is necessary. I see that the past hasn't taught you anything."
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The young phantom, in turn, looked significantly better than his opponent; it was clear that the age difference was more than just a number.
"Why are you so surprised by what happened? By telling him about your troubles, you essentially asked for help, and tonight is the result of all your previous actions. Many will call me a scoundrel, but I'm not shifting my problems onto others and I'm ready to take full responsibility for my actions – if someone wants to bring me to justice and is capable of doing so. Therefore... the only one to blame for what happened is you." He pointed the dagger's blade towards his teacher, though without any obvious intention of using it. "How are you going to resolve our conflict of interest?"
"I didn't ask him for help, and it's not your place to reproach me for anything after everything that's happened. As for the rest..." she sighed, closed her eyes, and rubbed her forehead. "...I heard you play golf. I'll give you the contents of the box if you can beat me. But I'm warning you in advance – it might not be easy."
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