Happy Life
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Putting down her crossbow, she lets out another heavy sigh, the umpteenth one that day, and tosses him an emerald before sitting on the floor a couple of meters away – carefully observing all the necessary protocols for a righteous Nihon-ke ninja in such attire and with such a viewing angle, and silently watches the charred remains of the bibizyan.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
