At night, on April 1st, he was wearing a women's kimono. His face, like his shadow, was as blurry and thin as a freehand painting. He kept shouting Hyakomeki: "Master"...
Looking again, he saw the dagger in his hand - the handle was studded with gems, but the blade was glowing with a clear light, faintly filled with cold air.
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What happened? I'm afraid only Ms. Yuko can answer...
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