Happy Life
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Gendza lets out a sweet yawn – he had a wonderful dream where he was a giant desert worm, free from all worries, roaming the endless sands of Anuzish, devouring entire cities and receiving servile worship from the miserable little people who were ready to slit each other's throats for a handful of his excrement.
- And you didn't manage to escape? Caught in a genjutsu, - he stretches his stiff limbs. - Don't you think that too many training sessions end with a peaceful rest with a sore neck or a ripped stomach? It's as if we spend more time unconscious than conscious.
He sticks his head out of the tent.
- And you didn't manage to escape? Caught in a genjutsu, - he stretches his stiff limbs. - Don't you think that too many training sessions end with a peaceful rest with a sore neck or a ripped stomach? It's as if we spend more time unconscious than conscious.
He sticks his head out of the tent.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
