Happy Life
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- Same to you, - Genza snapped, sensing what seemed to be a shared sentiment.
"A feint to the face, and then a blow to the gut" - the opening and concluding thought flashed through his mind, then faded away, leaving only instinct in its place.
The opponent was clearly not worthy of him taking off his jacket, so the fight to the finish will start as is.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
