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Do you know how stubborn this brat could be? See her expression? Stoic visage which won’t likely waver just because hearing his octave rose by one. This kid really need a soft smack on her head, yes. She accepts it—allows it to happen as it does, the scolding that is. A weak whimper passes through her lips albeit monotonic expression at the sudden reaction of her comrade.
If she wants to, she could finish the beast faster than he could, if she can and possible. However the dame didn’t want to pour even more oil to a raging fire—or she could say his rage similar is similar with a tsunami. So she stayed still, eyeing him. Eyeing the man she repetitiously said as w e a k Now the dame has realized that he actually is s t r o n g. Stronger than what she expected, and… She feel terribly sorry for that.
◂海▸ S i g h A swift movement of the arm flowed as the deep blue sword clenched in his hand returned to his side, clean. A slice so fast that the blood didn't have time to stain it. His heart beat returned to normal and he smoothly turned his head to the ravenette.
◂海▸ "You're not hurt, are you, Kurome?" He questioned concerned for his comrade. She was in no state to be fighting to this extent. Please... Be o k a y














