Happy Life
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- He was strong.
Genza takes out a cigarette and lights it. His head still doesn't hurt, but the smoky bitterness seems to have returned – mixed with the taste of blood in his mouth. After a moment, he nods questioningly at the pack, offering one to the guard.
- I once saw a fight like that, a hundred years ago, when I was a kid. I was impressed and spent years trying to replicate the moves. I didn't think I'd end up in a similar situation, - he says, lying, and exhales smoke. - Have you seen a girl around here lately? A foreigner, with golden eyes and dark hair.
Genza takes out a cigarette and lights it. His head still doesn't hurt, but the smoky bitterness seems to have returned – mixed with the taste of blood in his mouth. After a moment, he nods questioningly at the pack, offering one to the guard.
- I once saw a fight like that, a hundred years ago, when I was a kid. I was impressed and spent years trying to replicate the moves. I didn't think I'd end up in a similar situation, - he says, lying, and exhales smoke. - Have you seen a girl around here lately? A foreigner, with golden eyes and dark hair.