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Placing each foot atop of the other’s, gently applying pressure, she crouches down to rest her elbows over Junko’s knees, staring down at the other. Masami was unaware that she wasn’t smiling, though she tries to encourage her teammates any way she could, she would usually end up coming off as authoritative rather than accommodating. “How many do you plan on doing? I’ll keep count.”











