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♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
"Tch." His first reaction to Reihai's outburst was to suck his teeth, but then the irritation was replaced with a smile soon after. It was silly, trying to get upset over such things. Some people don't need to be saved. Lies, cover-ups. They can work too. Temporarily. I hope he knows that. Soraru thought, wondering what he should say. The guy was ticked, and also quite unsure of himself. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have had that slip of paper in the first place. The more the Chuunin spoke, the more his composure began to crumble, and Soraru was going to interrupt him before a familiar voice made itself known. "Hokori..." He breathed out, watching the former teammate that he hadn't seen in quite awhile start to pick himself up, the familiar clinking of glass accentuating his delicacy as it always had. His hair was longer, and he still looked tired. He tried to resolve the situation, but Soraru was much tenser than he'd been just moments ago.
He wasn't expecting Hokori to be awake when he said all that just seconds ago. He hoped that it was Reihai's shouting that woke him up, but Soraru still had to be sure.
Dropping the issue for the moment, he saw that the Chuunin was quite accepting of Hokori's options. If only he listened in the first place instead of lashing out. He thought harshly, but he supposed that he probably would have freaked out too if he was caught by a samurai from Tetsu no Kuni back when he made his escape all those years ago. Reihai probably had his whole entire life turned upside down ever since he met his mother. She was gone, and he had a whole scenario unfolding that he never wanted. I feel for him. But Hokori-san is wrong.
It took a lot of effort for him to stay silent. He wanted to tell Reihai that it wasn't going to be easy. That someone would find out one day, just like he did. That there was only so much a stand-in kage could do if a noble clan caught wind of the circumstances. If Soraru had a son and got caught the very next day, he'd have to make the choice between leaving his child behind or making him the heir after his own rule. Thankfully, I don't think Konoha politics are nearly as severe. Maybe I'm just forcing the fears of my own situation onto him. The only overbearing clan he heard of in the past in Konoha was the Hyuuga, who would brand their members and arrange their whole lives, from their social class to arranged marriages. The Antei, from his interaction with the head of their clan, did not seem so cruel.
"Stop apologizing, Kōka-san. Just move on, and accept that life has consequences. Good luck." He spoke after Hokori told the man to go, gesturing with his hand as well for Reihai to leave. He heard his name come from the younger Kumogakure shinobi and froze for a moment. It was rare to hear "Soraru-san" from many people, given that he preferred Hiraite. Honō was one of the few exceptions and one of the fewer people that he decided to consider a friend. He waited for Reihai to leave before saying anything. "I don't see why not, Hokori-san. Stay still for a moment though, please." He preferred to call Honō by his family name, if only because excessive displays of familiarity wasn't something that he was comfortable with.
He brought his right hand up to his lips, murmuring a near silent mantra into the prayer beads there. His eyes closed, and he worked on entering a mindset of care. Thoughts of recovery, wanting to help, sympathy. Thinking of how his friend was struck and remembering the blood that he wiped with his own hands helped expedite the process of entering the State of Healing. Hono would likely feel a bit of numbness at his small wound before being overtaken by a wave of calm rushing through him. It was akin to the longest breeze on a hot day, or the satisfaction of having water after a long exercise with no hydration. It was relief in its most simple form. "This is probably my favorite Hakemoto state to be in. It's a shame that it wears me out so fast, but healing that wound is worth the effort. I'm no medic, but I should be able to stop it from swelling or hurting at all." He spoke, opening his eyes after to reveal the abnormal glow that occurred whenever he was in one of the states.
"What did you want to talk about, Hokori-san?" Ideally, it would be about the mission. He had a couple of things he still wanted to say as well in that regard.
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
[ Hakemoto Monk | C-Rank | Bukijutsu/Bukijutsu | Genin | Chakra 1,065/1,065 | Stamina 465/465 ]
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2019 9:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 3:16 am
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♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
Soraru nearly laughed, but he knew that he needed to maintain concentration. He realized that he never healed the Hokori before, so it was no surprise that the other man had begun moving once more. The movement was fine, so much as it wasn't anything large. The state of healing wasn't like other restoration techniques, it took time while removing the need for any physical contact. The wound would not only stop swelling, but it would also disappear in its entirety. Honō moved only for subtle things such as turning or bowing, and Soraru was silently grateful. He listened to him give thanks and then apologize, showcasing the mannerisms that the runaway heir was very familiar with. Even though they never had a direct conversation about it, he could gather that the Hokori male was likely low-born in a prestigious family. Maybe he didn't know all the details, but he knew that Honō was familiar enough with serving others in a way that could be considered professional. Unfortunately, he couldn't express to his friend that it made him uncomfortable. Not without bringing questions to the surface that would linger for too long, since Honō was too polite to ask him directly. It was better for both of them if he just got used to it.
He could have interrupted Honō, stopped him from repenting, but he opted to listen instead. It wasn't self-destructive or demeaning at all, it was just the Hokori's way of saying that he made an error. The lack of excuses was refreshing, but it did leave him curious as to what happened for the two days that he hadn't been heard from. He knew that Honō was unconscious for most of the current day, but there was still a large window of time that hadn't been accounted for. Was Reihai on a mission and he was waiting for his return? Was there another lead that Soraru missed? It escapes me, but I'm sure it'll be on his report once everything is wrapped up. His thoughts turned to the stand-in Hokage when Honō mentioned his name. He was sure that Shi would be pleased with the outcome. No fights, a mostly discreet process, and an ending that benefited all parties. Reihai would likely be favored in the end, since he could just go through the process of being disowned if it ended up reaching that point. He wasn't raised by the Antei family and was old enough to have a say in his own life. Soraru only hoped that he wouldn't need to be there for the Hokage's proposal, but something told him that his mission wasn't over just yet.
"It's quite difficult to report to the Hokage when you're unconscious, Hokori-san. I'm just glad that he only struck you. It could've been a lot worse." He sighed, breaking any eye contact for the moment to look at anything else. The peaceful sight of the lake, the grass, the pattern left on the ground from Reihai's bag. It wasn't like Soraru to worry- to show worry, but he couldn't stop thinking of the blood on the counter. How quickly life was taken back on that mission in Kumogakure's mountains. "You need to be more concerned with your safety. If not for your own sake, then for mine." It was short, sweet, and a whole lot less detached anything else he usually said. It was also over just as soon as the words had made themselves known, the Hakemoto monk shaking his head as if it'd clear the air of any possible insinuations before he returned eye contact again.
"Anyways, Kōka-san should be fine from here on out. It'd be a lot worse for him if he ended up leaving the village. Whatever the outcome is from the Hokage's proposal, it's a consequence for the actions he took. I think he knows that." All of the village politics regarding Reihai's nobility were out of either of their hands. Soraru would get paid, he'd get another mission, and then the cycle would repeat itself until he returned to Kumogakure. He could have asked for housing in the village but living in the monastery cast the illusion that his stay in Konohagakure wouldn't be very long. It wasn't that convincing. It also reduced his chances of running into anyone that he might have known in the years before he left for Kumogakure, though he hadn't even seen anyone yet who appeared slightly familiar.
"By the way..." He added, trying to be as casual as possible, though his heart pounded loudly in his chest. Was it fear? "How much of that conversation did you hear before waking up?"
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
[ Hakemoto Monk | C-Rank | Bukijutsu/Bukijutsu | Genin | Chakra 1,065/1,065 | Stamina 465/465 ]
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 4:07 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 8:48 pm
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♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
Soraru nodded slowly, feeling the tension slowly leave his body. Honō was an honest person who wouldn't lie unless it was absolutely necessary. It seemed that his secret would remain unknown for another day. Hono bowed forwards again, as he usually did, and Soraru frowned when a vow was made. The promise to keep everything a secret. "I'm sure that you already knew about everything you overheard. Save vows like that for when I want you to keep something silent." His tone was teasing, not meant to be taken seriously. In the event that Honō ever did learn too much about the young swordsman, he wouldn't make him promise anything. It'd be too hard for anyone to keep. No, he'd only hope that his friend wouldn't be put in the position where an answer could be forced out.
"As for the Antei clan, they'll find everything out soon enough regardless. I'm pretty sure that the Hokage won't keep the son of their deceased clan head a secret, especially since all hell would blow over if anyone found out that he lied in the future." He got up from the ground with a grunt, underestimating the toll that the state of healing had taken on him. He wasn't quite exhausted, but getting up took more effort than it normally would have. If Honō needed anymore healing, he'd have to do it after they spoke to the Hokage. "Your lip..." He started, eyes trying to get a better look at his wound from where he stood. "The wound should be gone. If you still feel anything just let me know and I'll fix you up later." His eyes returned to their normal shade, losing a considerable amount of their color as the "glow" disappeared.
"As for how you came to be asleep, umm..." He paused, looking quite perplexed for a moment as he searched his recent memories for any answers. "He used a jutsu." He spoke pointedly, though his eyebrows were still furrowed in thought. "I...don't think he said which one. I do know of a fairly low-level genjutsu that can induce sleep, though. He didn't seem like much of a fighter, so that or Ninjutsu is probably his specialty. It doesn't seem like he hit you or anything if that's what you're wondering." He didn't understand why the question was asked in the first place, though Soraru guessed that he'd be curious too if he had woken up in the middle of someone else's conversation on the floor, and probably in some amount of pain.
He extended his left hand to his fallen friend, knowing that the beads on the right would likely lead to a question that he didn't know how to answer properly just yet. Every true samurai of Tsukihara Hana was a monk through the strict code of Bushido that they followed, but outside of his weapons, Soraru had changed completely since the last time they saw each other. Gone was the long, messy ponytail, the armored clothing, and the almost prince-like way he carried himself. Instead, he looked almost like a civilian. Even though his haori had a nice color and a pretty pattern, it could be considered tacky compared to the lavish ones he used to wear. That alone probably spoke volumes without needing to go in depth about the rest of him. Soraru knew that it was part of his training, but he couldn't go in depth as to why, since he didn't quite understand it himself. "Should we head back to the Hokage, or would you like to let Chīsana-san know that you're okay? She seemed worried about you." He would've teased Hokori about it further, but for some reason, he thought that such things would go above his head.
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
[ Hakemoto Monk | C-Rank | Bukijutsu/Bukijutsu | Genin | Chakra 1,065/1,065 | Stamina 465/465 ]
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 10:45 pm
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♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
Soraru thought of the jutsu in question once Honō brought it up. Nemuri. A simple technique that would result in sleep from a single, firm touch. Using it in combat wasn't reliable, not without some manner of deception. Knowing his snow-haired companion, he doubted that Reihai would have much trouble with using the technique. He's not a close-range fighter. Sora thought, eyes dropping to the knife. Not yet, anyway. What's he thinking, running up on these people unarmed? He couldn't understand - his mind could never conjure up the answer, not without actually asking Honō why he acted the way he did. The question, like many others, had just barely touched his tongue before being swallowed back down. He'd get an answer if he asked, but he also felt like it'd make his friend uncomfortable, and that wasn't Soraru's intention. He also felt like asking such things could make Honō believe he was undermining him as a Shinobi in some way, which scared him. Maybe one day, they'd both be comfortable enough to ask all the questions that had built up. It still felt out of reach. "I'll get the scroll for you later when I see you in the academy. It's a B-rank, and you should be able to use it on yourself." Was the simple response that escaped his lips. Not what he wanted to say, but what he was sure Honō wanted to hear.
As always, Soraru was acutely aware of how small he looked next to his friend once he stood at his full height. It didn't bother him, but it was definitely noticeable after so long apart. Yet he wants to use a knife. He'd have more opportunities than me as a swordsman if he really wanted to go that route. Odachi's, spears, anything. He'll never be as agile as the average knife-user, but I think he knows that already. He swam in his thoughts more, being as pensive as ever. He noted the unwarranted apology but didn't do anything to reprimand him for it. Even if he told Honō 'don't apologize to me,' he was sure that it would happen anyways. It was woven into his very nature. "Then we'll see the Hokage. I'm going to receive another mission from him if he has anything for me, so it all works out. I've been sitting around for way too long, all the other Genin are putting me to shame." It was mostly a jest at the end. It was no secret to anyone close to him that Soraru despised being a genin, and gave an excuse to everyone about why he held that rank after so long. Every Raikage after Kaileer knew his little secret, which made giving him ranks almost a political affair. Judging by what he heard in the Hokage's office that morning, Shi wouldn't be able to do anything for him either. The popular assumption was that the Raikage's didn't like him, and he had to bite his tongue in response. "I'm ready if you are. If you'd rather I go on ahead, just let me know" Soraru said, waiting to make sure that Honō was with him before making any moves. While he'd rather just speed his way over there before sunset so that he could finish another mission before it got too late, he was willing to take as long as it took to accommodate whatever pace Honō wanted to set. It was yet another thing that proved his side of the friendship since anyone else would have been left in the dust after he said his goodbye's.
I'm going to take a wild guess and say that Chīsana's favorite drink is bubble tea. I wouldn't mind some after all this running around either. Just depends on if he wants my company or not.
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
[ Hakemoto Monk | C-Rank | Bukijutsu/Bukijutsu | Genin | Chakra 1,065/1,065 | Stamina 465/465 ] |
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 11:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 12:20 am
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♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
It was quiet, not meant to be seen as flattery, but Soraru still felt it. The blush would've been easy to see if he hadn't turned his head so quickly; he knew Honō wouldn't question why. He was used to being tested, criticized, and rewarded after he had finally proven himself. Compliments? Those, he wasn't used to. He never learned how to take them in stride because they were so rare. They either felt condescending or forced and rarely - if ever - legitimate. So such simple words from Honō bore the same weight as his master telling him that he'd done well. "Thank you, Hokori-san." Was his simple response, the one that he'd say in any other circumstance. There was no need for him to return compliments. Honō did not succeed in his mission, not alone. Not only would such a thing be seen as patronizing, but compliments were never so easily received from Soraru.
The flustered state didn't last long for him, which wouldn't come as any surprise when one considered his bloodline. Unlike Kaileer, Soraru upheld the Hakemoto's reputation for having a calm nature.
He re-established eye contact after that, listening to Honō's permission for him to leave first if he wanted. "I'll wait outside of the office. I think he expects me to come back with you, and I don't want to let him down." With that said, he didn't waste any time taking his leave. The shade of the trees provided some comfort on his way back, and the constant breeze he received from zipping branch to branch reminded him briefly of home. He also made sure to untie the book beneath his clothes from its spot over his chest. It would've been tough explaining that to the librarian, or anyone for that matter. I'll grab my old outfit when I'm done. I have a feeling I'll be doing missions for awhile here.
[exit]
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
[ Hakemoto Monk | C-Rank | Bukijutsu/Bukijutsu | Genin | Chakra 1,065/1,065 | Stamina 465/465 ]
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 12:31 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2021 2:45 pm
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 〚 ┤| 𝕊𝕪𝕪 𝕁. 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦 |├〛
〚 𝕊 ⎚ ℝᵃᵑᵏ 〛〚 𝕊ᵘᵢᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝔻ᵒᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝔽ᵘᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 ℕᵢᵑʲᵘᵗ≀ᵘ 〛〚 ℍᵞᵒᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝕄ᵒᵏᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛
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Panting, Aika dropped to her belly as Syy paused, his breathing a bit harder. Even though he was just wearing his bodysuit and pants, he felt a bit overheated and pulled at his collar for a second. Beneath his bodysuit, Syy felt the ring that he wore on a thin chain and his hand dropped to touch it through the suit. He didn't quite know where it had come from but he'd found it soon after he'd found Aika, a bit of a shine that had caught his eye. He still held the hope he could return it to it's owner but it seemed a bit of a ridiculous hope. He didn't even know where it had come from and there was nothing to tell him who it belonged to. With a sigh, he glanced down at Aika who was rolling around on her back under the shade of a tree I'm going to have to brush you. he thought, frowning at her. Shaking his head, he took the time to rebraid his hair out of his face and secure it tightly with a blue ribbon. Nudging Aika with a toe, they were soon off again, racing deeper into the forest.
[[12.4+ to Chakra | 8.5+ to Stamina]]『 ᴄ ⁶²⁰ ⋮ s ⁴²⁵ 』 |
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2021 3:23 pm
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〚 ┤| 𝕊𝕪𝕪 𝕁. 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦 |├〛
〚 𝕊 ⎚ ℝᵃᵑᵏ 〛〚 𝕊ᵘᵢᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝔻ᵒᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝔽ᵘᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 ℕᵢᵑʲᵘᵗ≀ᵘ 〛〚 ℍᵞᵒᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝕄ᵒᵏᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛
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Syy didn't actually hate trees. He often felt like he did now, like the presence of trees reminded him of his captivity and made him feel choked. But...running through the trees now, with Aika beside him, he felt like he was back in Kirigakure. Like he could turn around and see the mist and the clouds. But he knew he couldn't. So he ran harder, pushing his body to focus his mind. Acting on instinct, he followed Aika's path as she went over and under fallen trees and low hanging branches. Leaping over a particularly large fallen tree, his hand slammed through a rotted piece of the stump and he stumbled before falling on his face. Aika yelped as he hit the ground and came racing back over to him, circling him in a panic. For a moment, he just lay on the ground, breathing, feeling the left side of his face start to swell. Finally pushing himself up onto his elbows, Syy looked at Aika I'm all right. he smiled, dirt and leaves stuck on his face and in his hair. He'd have a pretty nasty bruise on his shoulder and his cheekbone but nothing was broken. Aika whined and belly crawled towards him, licking his chin, as he sat up and leaned back against the offending tree. Dusting off his hair as Aika licked at his ear, Syy let out a heavy sigh "Figures I would fall flat on my face and no one is around to see it. Maybe if they did, they'd realize I wasn't as 'perfect' or 'infallible' as seems to be the assumption." he told Aika as she rested her head in his lap again. I've made mistakes. Why...why can't others except it as easily as they can my perceived malevolence? he dropped his head back, closing his eyes "...my face really hurts."
[[12.4+ to Chakra | 8.5+ to Stamina]]『 ᴄ ⁶²⁰ ⋮ s ⁴²⁵ 』 |
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2021 3:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2021 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2021 5:49 pm
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〚 ┤| 𝕊𝕪𝕪 𝕁. 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦 |├〛
〚 𝕊 ⎚ ℝᵃᵑᵏ 〛〚 𝕊ᵘᵢᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝔻ᵒᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝔽ᵘᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 ℕᵢᵑʲᵘᵗ≀ᵘ 〛〚 ℍᵞᵒᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛〚 𝕄ᵒᵏᵘᵗᵒᵑ 〛
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Aika shoved her nose in Syy's ear, reminding him that they were not there to sit but to run and play. Yelping, Syy rubbed at the offended ear and looked at Aika with a slight frown that changed to a smile. There was no point trying to force the memories to come. It was enough that he had Minowa's first laugh, the first time he called Inka 'lover', Min's first time calling Inka 'Papa'. While he'd never truly lost those memories, he remembered them better now. Standing and dusting himself off, he poked his shoulder and winced, the bruise slowly turning an ugly shade of red. His face still hurt but he didn't feel swollen and his vision was not impaired I'll ask after the medical report when I return. he thought, stretching his arms up over his head. Leaning down to stretch his legs, he wondered why Inka hadn't mentioned the report at some point. Maybe he simply hadn't read it yet. That might explain why he didn't appear to know much about Syy's situation I cannot tie myself to him. And I cannot force him to be beside me. he recalled the hospital, so long ago, and his words to Inka at that time. That as long as Inka wanted it, Syy would be beside him. Standing, he paused to look at the scars on his hands ... he wondered, briefly, if he was actually questioning Inka's feelings for him. Or if he doubted himself. Aika didn't get a chance to get ahead as Syy took off, trying to outrun his own thoughts. Her indignant barking followed then caught up to him as they raced through the forest again I spent a thousand lifetimes with him in my mind. But...I wonder. he grabbed a branch and swung himself over a deep crevice in the ground Were...we meant to have a lifetime together? he dropped to the ground and Aika overtook him as he sprinted to catch up.
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