A Shadowy Warehouse, Limsa Lominsa ~ A Moonless Evening
Perspective - ???
FWOOSH.
That was the sixth time in a row, and now they were getting more frequent. A gust of wind, the clatter of materiel, then a deathly silence echoed throughout the warehouse. This time I was close enough that I had to brace against the impact, and the few loyal hounds, our proudly-trained men, around me were sent tumbling in surprise.
The first one was dismissed by my colleagues as someone carelessly-piled materials shuffling into a more stable configuration, given how messily-strewn about things were sometimes. I don't know if people were just lazy or denial, but already I was starting to feel wary.
The second one was far more suspicious. Sure, we may not be the cleanliest of operations, but we are not that disorganized. And when given a second look, it seemed more like someone had set off a weak explosive of sort. I brought it up to the others, who seemed either too deep in their cups or halfway asleep to care.
The third one was when we noticed something...someone missing. A headcount found us three persons short. And those there were handlers and trainers. A few who doubted me before were starting to turn around, at least those who were still within sobriety's reach. One even took the initiative to go on patrol.
By the fourth burst, it was clear: something, someone, was attacking us, and doing so in a very precise manner. But the question was who.
The Upright Thieves don't like us, sure, but we're not cloying nothing here, and besides they'd leave a very obvious trail as a message. The Maelstrom and Yellowjackets, sure, do-gooders got to do-good. But this kind of subterfuge isn't their style. The only other people who were probably able to be all sneaky-peeky like this were the Domans, but I know what ninjutsu sounds like, and this wasn't ninjutsu.
By the time the fifth burst came about, we already figured to stay together and watch each other's backs. It was time for us to turn the tables, to chase out, if not capture, whoever was screwing with us. One trainer, and at least one hound, working in concert to sniff out whoever was hunting us. Pragmatic sensibilities kicked in - even if one of the group was lost, the others would still be a witness. At least, that was the plan. Another rush, and as if magically plucked from thin air, the handler disappeared, and the hounds surrounding him scattered in the burst.
For the sixth, I was nearby enough to feel the wind pressure from the blast. Turning the corner, I found the ground strewn with the bodies of young men writhing in pain amidst the clutter. I kneeled down to check on one of them, a stocky and well-built Highlander. And finally, bloody finally, we he had a clue.
"S-string...blue strings..." he weakly whispered.
"Right, right...blue strings, and then...?" I asked trying to keep a calm and soothing tone. My hands did the opposite, ordering my pack to take up a defensive position around me. Obediently, orderly, they formed a wall around us.
"...b-blue...blue mist." The boy stammered, and I nodded again.
"Someone came to you in the form of blue mist?"
The boy shook his head and his eyes grew with fear. Fear that he was not supposed to have. "No...h-e turned...into blue mist...then..."
I sighed as the boy's mouth opened and closed uselessly and wordlessly. Shaking my head I pulled him up and directed him to stand guard around me. Luckly, he seemed to still have enough fight left in him to comply. Blue mist and blue string was barely anything but it was at least something to keep note of. I put my hand up to my ear to activated my linkpearl, only for it to be stopped by some strange force in mid-air.
"What in the seven hel-?"
My muttering was cut short by a sudden crushing force around my neck. From the corner of my eye, I could see thin strands of blue tying up my arm, holding it in an awkward pose. But even my short cry pull the attention of my guard, who looked to me for orders.
But no orders came. I was unable to move. Frantically, my eyes darted around, and I could more, more of the blue strands wrapping around me, wrapping around the boys too. Then...the wind. It began to pick up, and my eyes were filled with a shimmering blue. I looked down to find myself, starting to shimmer blue as my body tingled with a strange sensation.
No, it wasn't strange. It was familiar. I recognized this sensation, this...pull. Every time I teleported to an Aetheryte, I felt this. But how is this possible?!
I'm not casting a teleportation spel-
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Tranquil Refocusing
Four Seasons Apothacary, Radz-at-Han ~ A Chilly Morning
Perspective - Natsuki Fuyo
"Irrashaimasse~!"
Even though we were far from Doma, it was still how we greeted customers here at the Four Seasons Apothecary in Radz-at-Han. Our signature, so to speak, and a reflex whenever we heard the opening bell. This morning it was just me at the front desk, my eyes glued to a ledger taking inventory an unable to look up at the pair of feet that entered.
"Iie...tadamaisu..."
A familiar whispery voice pulled up from my paperwork. I should have known by that distinct rattle of metal buckles who it was.
"Ah...? Fuyu-chan?" I replied, suprised. I still looked up even though I knew what sight I expected, though it seems like there were a few details that I had missed. Indeed, the red bandanna she wore last time she was in Han was replaced by the white lily as Haru-nee had said. And on her shoulder was her shikigami. Indeed the name of 'Higanbana' seemed a bit odd when I had first heard about it, but after seeing the red tints over winged girl's body, it did make sense.
"...mn...Natsu-neesama." Fuyuki replied with a stiff nod, raising her hand slowly as I walked around the desk to give her a hug. As usual, she tensed up as if I had punched her, but almost immediately returned the hug, her shikigami flying around her to make room. In a way, this little sister was always like that, but given the much faster reaction, it seemed like the girl she had found in Eorzea was doing wonders in thawing her out.
"Okaerinasai, Fuyu-chan. How can I help you?" I asked cheerfully, letting go of her and walking back to the counter, gesturing for her to follow. Unsurprisingly, my little sister didn't follow, taking out that monstrous grimoire of hers and immediately ruffling through the pages. I really was glad to see my little sister, truely, but she really needed to learn how to relax.
"Well..can you or Ane-ue teach me how to make our older aether purification toni- Hawawawawa?!"
I grinned as I walked back to my too-serious little sister, reaching out to her left horn, near where it attached to her skull, and lightly tugged on it horizontally. It was enough to off-balance her without hurting her too much, and in an instant that focused and serious voice gave way to a much more natural and even relaxed outburst.
"Yes we can, little sister." I said, releasing her horn and gesturing once more to come behind the counter and take a seat. "But first, you need to calm down, okay? You're wound up so tight you're bound to snap. Again."
This time, Fuyuki obediently followed, pulling out one of the many stools nearby and sitting on it, allowing me to disappear into the backroom to grab the recipe book containing the tonic she was asking for. To be honest, I had thought that her magical ability would be a sufficient alternative, but I figured there must be more to it. As I walked back into the main area of the shop, Fuyuki seemed to be meditating calmly, her shikigami apparently sleeping atop her head.
"As glad as I am that you are continuing the proud Fuyo tradition of alchemy, I'm pretty sure you're not doing this out of mere curiosity." I said, opening up the recipe book to find the proper page. From the corner of my eye, Fuyuki nodded and started to explain
"Right...well, to start from the beginning..."
...Even with how much Fuyuki had summarized for the sake of brevity, it was still so much to take in. Though I found it a bit ironic that, after all the magicks she had learned in Eorzea, she had returned to geomancy.
"Hm. Even the Geomantic exorcising spells failed? You had the effect go off, was actually deflected?" I asked, focusing on the main issue. Fuyuki nodded in confirmation. "Hm. I doubt a spell like would be merely 'deflected'. Your taget need to take some active measure against it. And of all people, I doubt you are lacking in force."
"It's the opposite, really," Fuyuki replied, adding, "I was...holding back. I didn't want to harm her. But...I really couldn't...tone it down in a manner that would still let the spell be effective."
I nodded in understanding. "Well, subtly, or lack thereof, was the reason why the shinobi life never agreed with you in the first place, right?"
Without shame, my sister nodded, and asked, "So, what do I do now?"
"Well, there are times where you need a scalpel, and times where you need a sledgehammer." I replied, finding the page I wanted and pulling out my inventory ledger. "Just because you need to use one over at one occasion doesn't invalidate the usefulness of the other.
"So, what do I do now?" Fuyuki repeated, starting to frown. I knew I didn't answer her question directly, and in turn that she understood the point I was trying to make. It was rather admirable, how direct her was.
"The same thing you did when you left for Eorzea," I said, much to Fuyuki's growing frustration. With my list of ingredients all figured out, I started to walk to the cabinets continuing to talk as I pulled out ingredients. "You knew better than to force yourself into something you weren't good at. Sure, father protested, I protested, but in hindsight, you were right."
"So. What. Do. I. Do. Now?" Fuyuki repeated, punctuating how rapidly her patience was waning. She knew the answer already, but just wanted me to say it properly.
"Well. You'll always need to have some level of precise control. It's good to be well-rounded, yes. But you have a gift that none of us have, and it's in your sheer magical force. So focus on perfecting that. It may not be needed now, but...in the future, I am sure you and your friends will find it useful."
My arms full, I returned to the space behind the front desk, setting it all down and starting to arrange things.
"But if I focus on optimizing the magnitude of my spells...what about for when finesse is needed?" Fuyuki asked, hopping out of her seat to look over my shoulder.
"Well, you aren't doing this all on your own right?", I replied, smiling and looking back to her. "You have the rest of your nakama filling in where you can't, and you are filling in where they are lacking." I narrowed my eyes at her as a wry grin spread across my face. "So. Trust them."
I watched Fuyuki's expression run the gamut of emotions, clearly struggling at the notion. Unsurprising really, given how long she had to fend for herself, even in the myriad of missions she had told me and Haruka about. I reached up with my right hand to tug at her left horn again, though much lighter, and it was enough to break her out of the mental trance she was falling into.
"Fuyuki. Can you trust them?" I asked, my voice soft but serious. My little sister took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. A moment passed, and she nodded determinedly. "Then trust them."
"Y-yes. I will trust them," she replied, her grey and blue eyes opening slowly and with a frown.
"Good girl," I replied, ruffling her hair. "Now, as for the tonic. C'mon. Get your work robes on."
I pointed behind me to the storeroom and my little sister's eyes lit up with excitement just before she bolted away...using Shukuchi. I laughed and shook my head; Haruna did say that Fuyuki was refreshing her memory of ninjutsu.
But how much she remembered now meant little to me. I knew that once she had learned what she needed from me, she'd have to leave for Eorzea. There were people there that needed her, and I knew better than to delay her for my own selfish desires. Still, my little sister was home, and I intended to enjoy every moment I could of it.
Perspective - Natsuki Fuyo
"Irrashaimasse~!"
Even though we were far from Doma, it was still how we greeted customers here at the Four Seasons Apothecary in Radz-at-Han. Our signature, so to speak, and a reflex whenever we heard the opening bell. This morning it was just me at the front desk, my eyes glued to a ledger taking inventory an unable to look up at the pair of feet that entered.
"Iie...tadamaisu..."
A familiar whispery voice pulled up from my paperwork. I should have known by that distinct rattle of metal buckles who it was.
"Ah...? Fuyu-chan?" I replied, suprised. I still looked up even though I knew what sight I expected, though it seems like there were a few details that I had missed. Indeed, the red bandanna she wore last time she was in Han was replaced by the white lily as Haru-nee had said. And on her shoulder was her shikigami. Indeed the name of 'Higanbana' seemed a bit odd when I had first heard about it, but after seeing the red tints over winged girl's body, it did make sense.
"...mn...Natsu-neesama." Fuyuki replied with a stiff nod, raising her hand slowly as I walked around the desk to give her a hug. As usual, she tensed up as if I had punched her, but almost immediately returned the hug, her shikigami flying around her to make room. In a way, this little sister was always like that, but given the much faster reaction, it seemed like the girl she had found in Eorzea was doing wonders in thawing her out.
"Okaerinasai, Fuyu-chan. How can I help you?" I asked cheerfully, letting go of her and walking back to the counter, gesturing for her to follow. Unsurprisingly, my little sister didn't follow, taking out that monstrous grimoire of hers and immediately ruffling through the pages. I really was glad to see my little sister, truely, but she really needed to learn how to relax.
"Well..can you or Ane-ue teach me how to make our older aether purification toni- Hawawawawa?!"
I grinned as I walked back to my too-serious little sister, reaching out to her left horn, near where it attached to her skull, and lightly tugged on it horizontally. It was enough to off-balance her without hurting her too much, and in an instant that focused and serious voice gave way to a much more natural and even relaxed outburst.
"Yes we can, little sister." I said, releasing her horn and gesturing once more to come behind the counter and take a seat. "But first, you need to calm down, okay? You're wound up so tight you're bound to snap. Again."
This time, Fuyuki obediently followed, pulling out one of the many stools nearby and sitting on it, allowing me to disappear into the backroom to grab the recipe book containing the tonic she was asking for. To be honest, I had thought that her magical ability would be a sufficient alternative, but I figured there must be more to it. As I walked back into the main area of the shop, Fuyuki seemed to be meditating calmly, her shikigami apparently sleeping atop her head.
"As glad as I am that you are continuing the proud Fuyo tradition of alchemy, I'm pretty sure you're not doing this out of mere curiosity." I said, opening up the recipe book to find the proper page. From the corner of my eye, Fuyuki nodded and started to explain
"Right...well, to start from the beginning..."
...Even with how much Fuyuki had summarized for the sake of brevity, it was still so much to take in. Though I found it a bit ironic that, after all the magicks she had learned in Eorzea, she had returned to geomancy.
"Hm. Even the Geomantic exorcising spells failed? You had the effect go off, was actually deflected?" I asked, focusing on the main issue. Fuyuki nodded in confirmation. "Hm. I doubt a spell like would be merely 'deflected'. Your taget need to take some active measure against it. And of all people, I doubt you are lacking in force."
"It's the opposite, really," Fuyuki replied, adding, "I was...holding back. I didn't want to harm her. But...I really couldn't...tone it down in a manner that would still let the spell be effective."
I nodded in understanding. "Well, subtly, or lack thereof, was the reason why the shinobi life never agreed with you in the first place, right?"
Without shame, my sister nodded, and asked, "So, what do I do now?"
"Well, there are times where you need a scalpel, and times where you need a sledgehammer." I replied, finding the page I wanted and pulling out my inventory ledger. "Just because you need to use one over at one occasion doesn't invalidate the usefulness of the other.
"So, what do I do now?" Fuyuki repeated, starting to frown. I knew I didn't answer her question directly, and in turn that she understood the point I was trying to make. It was rather admirable, how direct her was.
"The same thing you did when you left for Eorzea," I said, much to Fuyuki's growing frustration. With my list of ingredients all figured out, I started to walk to the cabinets continuing to talk as I pulled out ingredients. "You knew better than to force yourself into something you weren't good at. Sure, father protested, I protested, but in hindsight, you were right."
"So. What. Do. I. Do. Now?" Fuyuki repeated, punctuating how rapidly her patience was waning. She knew the answer already, but just wanted me to say it properly.
"Well. You'll always need to have some level of precise control. It's good to be well-rounded, yes. But you have a gift that none of us have, and it's in your sheer magical force. So focus on perfecting that. It may not be needed now, but...in the future, I am sure you and your friends will find it useful."
My arms full, I returned to the space behind the front desk, setting it all down and starting to arrange things.
"But if I focus on optimizing the magnitude of my spells...what about for when finesse is needed?" Fuyuki asked, hopping out of her seat to look over my shoulder.
"Well, you aren't doing this all on your own right?", I replied, smiling and looking back to her. "You have the rest of your nakama filling in where you can't, and you are filling in where they are lacking." I narrowed my eyes at her as a wry grin spread across my face. "So. Trust them."
I watched Fuyuki's expression run the gamut of emotions, clearly struggling at the notion. Unsurprising really, given how long she had to fend for herself, even in the myriad of missions she had told me and Haruka about. I reached up with my right hand to tug at her left horn again, though much lighter, and it was enough to break her out of the mental trance she was falling into.
"Fuyuki. Can you trust them?" I asked, my voice soft but serious. My little sister took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. A moment passed, and she nodded determinedly. "Then trust them."
"Y-yes. I will trust them," she replied, her grey and blue eyes opening slowly and with a frown.
"Good girl," I replied, ruffling her hair. "Now, as for the tonic. C'mon. Get your work robes on."
I pointed behind me to the storeroom and my little sister's eyes lit up with excitement just before she bolted away...using Shukuchi. I laughed and shook my head; Haruna did say that Fuyuki was refreshing her memory of ninjutsu.
But how much she remembered now meant little to me. I knew that once she had learned what she needed from me, she'd have to leave for Eorzea. There were people there that needed her, and I knew better than to delay her for my own selfish desires. Still, my little sister was home, and I intended to enjoy every moment I could of it.
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Revitalized Connection
Hawker's Alley, Limsa Lominsa ~ Early Morning
Perspective: Haruna Fuyo
"Ah, imouto, you really are blessed to have been able to travel so much..."
I chuckled, walking slowly along the stone pathway of what was aptly named "Hawker's Alley". Some of the wares I recognized, being the same goods sold at Radz-at-Han. The rest were from the painstakingly catalogued records of my youngest sister Fuyuki. A few, however, seemed to be recent debuts, and I found myself not blaming my sister.
Speaking of, I did ask her to meet me in this city. Of course, I gave her neither time nor location. But she doesn't need those. She knows me, my habits, how I would navigate, and what I would be wearing, in this case, our working uniform of the Four Seasons.
Amidst the sound of merchants advertising their goods, conversations scattered through the stalls, and feet shuffling urgently to and fro, there was the faint jingle of metal plating, echoing in a step-like rhythm. I had only heard the sound once before, yet they were easily recognizable, albiet mostly due to the gait. But I didn't need to turn around to confirm it, as the voice I was expecting called out to me first.
"...Ane-ue."
Another chuckle escaped my lips as I turned around. As expected, my little sister had found me, though the ensemble she had was a little different than what I had seen when I brought her home at Radz-at-Han. Instead of the red bandanna covering up much of her snow-white hair was an equally white flower, a lily of sorts if I had to guess.
However, making up for the lack of red were two additions; a red rose wrapped around the her left wrist, and her shikigami lying atop her head. It was the first time I had seen her shikigami (well...apparently is isn't a shikigami per se, but she explained it as such for brevity), and between the dark red hues and the melancholic expression, I could see why she was named 'Higanbana.'
"Fuyu-chan. Good to see you again," I replied with a smile. I gestured to my sister for her follow. In my short time I had amidst this city, I figured a few good routes where we could walk and chat with minimal interference. Fuyuki caught up to me quickly, and walked at my side. She always wore a slight frown, but this time, it was more intense than usual.
"Mn, I'm always happy to see ane-ue but..." Fuyuki trailed off with a sigh. "I had hoped that if you came to Eorzea, it wouldn't be for business."
"I know, Fuyu. And I know you wouldn't have agreed to meet me here if you didn't understand how...critical this is."
From the folds of my work robe I pulled out a large plain envelope. It was stuffed, threatening to burst at the lightest provocation. With a nod, I offered it to Fuyuki.
"Critical...?" my sister replied, taking the envelope and stuffing it into her grimiore. I had scene it before when she had visited a month ago, but now that I could get a closer look, I could see the butterfly motifs. "You could have met me in Kugane, wouldn't that have been easier?"
I nodded at first, but then grinned. "Well, if it was only to meet you, yes. I was given two other objectives. One is..." I paused and flourished, though at this point we were down by the docks and not the market stalls. "...is to scout out the market here, see if we can learn anything."
"Beyond what I have already sent? And besides, Ul'Dah is better for that."
Fuyuki's retort was swift, and my horns picked up on the gritting of teeth from my little sister. It was clear she was confused and upset, and though she was taller than myself, I still put a hand on her shoulder.
"True. But the last time you were home, we skipped over what our current stock was," I explained. Not finding any way to argue, Fuyuki seemed to deflate slightly, but still listened to the rest of my explanation. "The other is to contact father's Eorzean counterpart exchange information."
"Shall I assume Ane-ue has been given details?" Fuyuki asked. There was a raised eyebrow of amusement.
"Never assume anything, imouto-chan," I laughed, reaching up to ruffle my sister's hair. "But yes I know where to go. And that you've been there too. Brushing up on your ninjutsu again?"
Fuyuki sheepishly replied with "...yes."
I smiled back and let go of her hair, saying, "Good girl." To be quite frank, I was surprised that even after all that's happened, my sister didn't outright reject ninjutsu in favor of her magicks. She was reluctant to use them as early as a month ago.
A moment of silence passed, Fuyuki broke the monotony of our footsteps, asking, "...does Ane-ue have a tight schedule?"
"Ufufu..." I chuckled, knowing what she was really asking. "I can always make time for you. Come, I know you have stories to tell. Let's start with this. Flowers in your hair do not become you, Fuyu."
I pointed to the white flower in her hair, and immediately, Fuyuki blushed and fidgeted. "I-it's...a long story, ane-ue. But...a good one..." she said.
"Well, imouto-chan. I have all the time in the world. So tell me."
Perspective: Haruna Fuyo
"Ah, imouto, you really are blessed to have been able to travel so much..."
I chuckled, walking slowly along the stone pathway of what was aptly named "Hawker's Alley". Some of the wares I recognized, being the same goods sold at Radz-at-Han. The rest were from the painstakingly catalogued records of my youngest sister Fuyuki. A few, however, seemed to be recent debuts, and I found myself not blaming my sister.
Speaking of, I did ask her to meet me in this city. Of course, I gave her neither time nor location. But she doesn't need those. She knows me, my habits, how I would navigate, and what I would be wearing, in this case, our working uniform of the Four Seasons.
Amidst the sound of merchants advertising their goods, conversations scattered through the stalls, and feet shuffling urgently to and fro, there was the faint jingle of metal plating, echoing in a step-like rhythm. I had only heard the sound once before, yet they were easily recognizable, albiet mostly due to the gait. But I didn't need to turn around to confirm it, as the voice I was expecting called out to me first.
"...Ane-ue."
Another chuckle escaped my lips as I turned around. As expected, my little sister had found me, though the ensemble she had was a little different than what I had seen when I brought her home at Radz-at-Han. Instead of the red bandanna covering up much of her snow-white hair was an equally white flower, a lily of sorts if I had to guess.
However, making up for the lack of red were two additions; a red rose wrapped around the her left wrist, and her shikigami lying atop her head. It was the first time I had seen her shikigami (well...apparently is isn't a shikigami per se, but she explained it as such for brevity), and between the dark red hues and the melancholic expression, I could see why she was named 'Higanbana.'
"Fuyu-chan. Good to see you again," I replied with a smile. I gestured to my sister for her follow. In my short time I had amidst this city, I figured a few good routes where we could walk and chat with minimal interference. Fuyuki caught up to me quickly, and walked at my side. She always wore a slight frown, but this time, it was more intense than usual.
"Mn, I'm always happy to see ane-ue but..." Fuyuki trailed off with a sigh. "I had hoped that if you came to Eorzea, it wouldn't be for business."
"I know, Fuyu. And I know you wouldn't have agreed to meet me here if you didn't understand how...critical this is."
From the folds of my work robe I pulled out a large plain envelope. It was stuffed, threatening to burst at the lightest provocation. With a nod, I offered it to Fuyuki.
"Critical...?" my sister replied, taking the envelope and stuffing it into her grimiore. I had scene it before when she had visited a month ago, but now that I could get a closer look, I could see the butterfly motifs. "You could have met me in Kugane, wouldn't that have been easier?"
I nodded at first, but then grinned. "Well, if it was only to meet you, yes. I was given two other objectives. One is..." I paused and flourished, though at this point we were down by the docks and not the market stalls. "...is to scout out the market here, see if we can learn anything."
"Beyond what I have already sent? And besides, Ul'Dah is better for that."
Fuyuki's retort was swift, and my horns picked up on the gritting of teeth from my little sister. It was clear she was confused and upset, and though she was taller than myself, I still put a hand on her shoulder.
"True. But the last time you were home, we skipped over what our current stock was," I explained. Not finding any way to argue, Fuyuki seemed to deflate slightly, but still listened to the rest of my explanation. "The other is to contact father's Eorzean counterpart exchange information."
"Shall I assume Ane-ue has been given details?" Fuyuki asked. There was a raised eyebrow of amusement.
"Never assume anything, imouto-chan," I laughed, reaching up to ruffle my sister's hair. "But yes I know where to go. And that you've been there too. Brushing up on your ninjutsu again?"
Fuyuki sheepishly replied with "...yes."
I smiled back and let go of her hair, saying, "Good girl." To be quite frank, I was surprised that even after all that's happened, my sister didn't outright reject ninjutsu in favor of her magicks. She was reluctant to use them as early as a month ago.
A moment of silence passed, Fuyuki broke the monotony of our footsteps, asking, "...does Ane-ue have a tight schedule?"
"Ufufu..." I chuckled, knowing what she was really asking. "I can always make time for you. Come, I know you have stories to tell. Let's start with this. Flowers in your hair do not become you, Fuyu."
I pointed to the white flower in her hair, and immediately, Fuyuki blushed and fidgeted. "I-it's...a long story, ane-ue. But...a good one..." she said.
"Well, imouto-chan. I have all the time in the world. So tell me."
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