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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

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hc where nishiki used to always do this, that is, sneak up behind her like this, press his whole body to her back, and whisper something.

Anyway, I head to the woods, right? Just me, my axe, and the trees. But then, BAM! I get a call from my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to Nishio Castle!” I’m thinkin’, “Castle? In Nishio? What’s next, dragons?” But I’m curious, so I head over.

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