Happy Life
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All the while on the way to Genza's lair, he flipped through his organizer and mentally rehearsed the name and proper form of address, so he showcased his newfound knowledge of the concepts:
- Nemuyasu-san, - for a brief moment, he inwardly cringed at the thought that he might have still gotten something wrong in his strange, foreign-sounding name. - We were given a task and told to sharpen our claws and fangs.
With his peripheral vision, he noted that he wasn't as bald as he thought, and with the peripheral area of his frontal lobe, he realized that perhaps the life of a reasonably mature individual would be more challenging than it seemed at first glance.
- Nemuyasu-san, - for a brief moment, he inwardly cringed at the thought that he might have still gotten something wrong in his strange, foreign-sounding name. - We were given a task and told to sharpen our claws and fangs.
With his peripheral vision, he noted that he wasn't as bald as he thought, and with the peripheral area of his frontal lobe, he realized that perhaps the life of a reasonably mature individual would be more challenging than it seemed at first glance.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
