My name is Yi Yao. I'm sixteen, and I'm currently waiting around with a friend for the so-called representatives of the Japanese jujutsu world to come pick us up.
By the way, about ten minutes ago, I spotted a badminton shuttlecock spirit twenty meters ahead, holding up a huge neon sign covered in words I couldn't make out.
Seriously, when are the people from the jujutsu world getting here? I really don't want to keep exchanging intense looks with that person.
My friend patted my shoulder, looking uncertain, and said slowly, "Yao Yao, do you think it's possible that the badminton shuttlecock spirit is here to pick us up?"
Haha, no way. The Japanese jujutsu world wouldn't really send a badminton shuttlecock spirit to pick us up, would they? If they did, I'd roll my face across the keyboard dheisiakkdkkwjdhd
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Hello, everyone. I'm Yi Yao, and I just got proven wrong.
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