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Misaki clutched the bokken and found herself smiling. “Do I need to bring anything, Koroba?” “Nothing except that smile.”
He was giving Mamoru a chance to back down—a chance any sane person would take under the weight of that icy stare. But Mamoru had apparently gone insane.
“I just said that.” He looked at Misaki, wide-eyed with horror. “I just said those things to my father.” “You did,” Misaki said, rather stunned herself. “Am I an idiot, Kaa-chan?” “You might be.”
Like that, she was a killer.
Unless the Sword of Kaigen served its purpose. So I will.
“They gave their lives protecting Takayubi,” Misaki continued, her voice stronger than she expected. “Now it’s time for us to protect it. That’s what we can do for them.”
“Then I have failed you completely.”
“I’m Matsuda Misaki,” she said with pride and honesty she never attached to those words before. “I’m your wife.” And she attacked him.
“Why are you smiling?” Takeru looked unsettled. “It’s complicated.” “It’s scary.”
a person’s tragedy doesn’t define them or cancel all the good in their life.
Wholeness, she had learned, was not the absence of pain but the ability to hold it.
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