Happy Life
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- So, that's the point. And hasn't its expiration date passed yet? - Ayano tilts her head. - To be honest, I'm not much of a fighter. But you probably figured that out when you grabbed me like a stray kitten, - she looks at her mask, which isn't made of metal; at her cloth kimono and wooden geta. She says to Sonata, - I really don't see any other options. Krag-san, could you forge a katana? Well, I mean... I have no doubt you could, but maybe you don't specialize in them. Besides, it needs to be forged for an entire decade, hammering the blank ten thousand times, or however it's done scientifically. But whether I can do it justice is another question... I'd rather not have to use it at all.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
