Happy Life
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- You won't be able to write the word "genjutsu" without the word "Genza," - croaked Genza, not particularly concerned with the orthographic accuracy of what he said, and coughed from his parched throat - he was incredibly thirsty, and it was incredibly stuffy in the bag. - So this is what adult life looks like. Stuffy darkness and embers under your feet.
He tried to see something through the tiny holes in the fabric of the bag, then whispered behind him:
- Bro... are you alive?
He tried to see something through the tiny holes in the fabric of the bag, then whispered behind him:
- Bro... are you alive?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
