Chapter 35: Episode 33

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Back then, I had committed suicide out of weaknesses.

Weaknesses of the Body, weaknesses of the Spirit.

Now, I had slain those parts of myself, and it was gratifying.

Pain that would me a moaning mess on the floor felt bearable.

Fears that would leave me rooted in place, which were once roaring howls, had grown deathly quiet.

I stared at the Magus, Mana surging to my fingers as I tapped the collar on my neck. [Reinforcement] when used on anything or anyone recklessly would cause it to break as the vessel struggled to contain foreign Mana invading it. It was something I had always felt had potential, both as an offensive and demolition Spell. The collar, imbued with my Mana cracked, twisted beyond recognition, and finally shattered in hundreds of pieces, the Enchantments holding it in place bursting into a toxic mixture of Mana fume. "I must thank you…" I paused, a chuckle leaking from my lips.

"If not for the Illusion you put me in, I'd have struggled with myself for far longer and not even known it." I reached for his broken arm, sparks of Mana danced and hovered ominously on the palm of my hand. I touched his arm. His skin was rended violently apart, his veins rupturing and his neurons set ablaze beneath my curious gaze. The Magus screamed in pain, tears and snots clinging, streaming down his face as our eyes met. His pleading; and mine indifferent, uncaring of his unspoken pleas for mercy. "Don't be shy, let me thank you properly, Andre LeBlanc."

I increased the output and his arm liquefied, turning into crimson sludge that popped like boiling soup. It wasn't hard for me to know his name, it was a mere [Observe] away after all, but the fact that I knew, plus the fact I was torturing him seemed to be enough to startle him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't thoroughly savor the terrified expression he was making. All this would have ended that much sooner, had I just decided to attack a few days back. Looking at his current miserable state, it was almost funny how cautious I had been of him and his accomplice.

I should have done this ages ago. My arm winded back, muscles coiling as I readied to smash his head into red paste painting the floor, but that was when I heard a feminine voice behind me. "Let go of him!"

I tilted my head to avoid a projectile aiming at me. It was pure Mana with acidic properties that burnt and melted clean through the wall in front of me. 'That would have hurt…' I turned towards the woman, yanking Andre's broken and beaten to use as a shield. Meanwhile, the woman– Annette LeBlanc, [Observe] informed, prepared several different Curses. Although I had no idea what those would do, judging from the menacing gleam they gave off, I doubted it was something good. "Well, who do we have here?" My nails pressed against Andre's throat, stopping his pathetic whimpers.

The woman flared her Mana so much, I could almost taste the residues in the air. "Annette LeBlanc, if you want your… Brother?" I questioned teasingly, tapping the Magus whose throat was still clutched in my fingers as he bobbed weakly in confirmation. "If you want your brother alive, you will turn off your Circuits and get on your knees. Alternatively–"

My nails dug into Andre's throat, a wicked smile finding its way to my lips as he flailed in place. I slapped him over the head, amusement plain in my expression, all while the woman watched, her face changing with each passing second. I couldn't read minds, not yet anyway, but I had a feeling she was experiencing the infamous 'Five Stages Of Grief'. "Leonis Magnum, I wish to negotiate…" Ah, and there it was, 'Bargaining'. I shook my head, fingers slowly, agonizingly crushing Andre's windpipe. "There is no need, surrender or I will kill you after I'm done with him."

I kneed the Magus in the back, causing his spine to snap, accompanied by a hauntingly loud crunch that almost sent Annette into a frenzy. Next, I made to tear out his throat, this time she could no longer stand and watch, hastily throwing up her hands, tears welling in her bright, blue eyes. 'Damn, is home girl going through both 'Depression' and 'Acceptance' at the same time?' I could certainly see traces of despair clouding those blue orbs. They were beautiful by the way, much lighter compared to Rin's, like the surface of a tranquil lake under the starry sky.

"It's a real shame I'd have to gorge those out." Startled at my whisper, Annette LeBlanc's trembling lips uttered. "What?"

I waved my free hand, humming. "Hmmm… It was your tongue that gave the order to kidnap my friend, which was why I wanted to cut it off first, but I still have needs for it, so I suppose I'll have to settle for those pretty, blue eyes then." Her mouth opened in horror, hands unconsciously reaching to her face, before putting them down as she swallowed thickly. Her brother, on the other hand, was quite animated after hearing my plan for his sweet sister. I slammed my fist at the back od his head. "Now, I only have three questions, answer properly and I might, might consider letting you both off if I'm feeling particularly merciful, understood?"

LeBlanc nodded, sight still trained on her brother's broken, battered form. "First, how did you conceal the Mana residues of the Bounded Field? There was also this fog that prevented me from being able to figure out it was an Illusion right away… What was it? In fact, the Hell was that Illusion anyways?" Yes, I was angry at getting caught up in trap even now, I was petty like that, fucking sue me. Besides, if I figured out her method, I could upgrade the defense at my Workshop. I hated to admit it, but at the moment, any decently taught, Magecraft-wielding Schmuck could probably break into my laboratory with little troubles, and that was a problem I wanted, needed to rectify as soon as possible.

Just as I had to get rid of my weakness.

No more hesitation.

No more procrastination.

And most important of all: No more overly-cautiousness or recklessness.

I had to get stronger, smarter, more ruthless, and I had to do it fast. Nasu and the rest of its crazies weren't going to wait for me, that much was obvious. I was never a confrontational person, but it was clear to me that the only way to guarantee Peace, was to make the mere prospect of War seem utterly hopeless. I had to make everyone, enemies and allies, despair at the thoughts of facing me, and I was going to start with the LeBlanc. Regardless of the outcome of our conversation, one of them must live to tell the tale. 'Gonna need that Street Cred once I get to the Tower.'

Keyword here being: Live, not Remain Unharmed. Though letting one survive was a necessity and a risk I was willing to take, I wasn't about to let him or her, since hadn't decided who would get to live yet, get off scot-free. "Well, what are you still waiting for? A fucking applause? Get on with it." Annette LeBlanc stared at me with gritted teeth, before speaking. I could practically hear the reluctance in her tone, but it wasn't like she had any other choice.

Honestly, I didn't think this was going to work, even now I felt suspicious about it. I had met plenty of loyal, decent Mages since my Rebirth, which was lucky of me, but there was no way in Hell I'd keep meeting that kind of Mages. From what I remembered, Mages were supposed to be people willing to eat babies alive if it served a purpose. Not to mention, these two were siblings, and there was only one Crest. Logically, they should be secretly rooting for the other's demise. Yet, this woman had come running to save her brother when she should be escaping…

Was there a trap I wasn't seeing?

Was she going to give me faulty info? Hoping to capitalize on my mistake to kill two birds with one stone?

The rational parts of my mind said: Yes, absolutely.

But, the desperation in her eyes couldn't be faked. I had seen manipulative people, they all had some sort of telling that would give them away.

It could a gesture like scratching their head, or clasping their hands together.

Sometimes, they would blink rapidly, or too slowly in an attempt to look 'natural'.

Not her, I couldn't find anything of sort in Annette LeBlanc. She was genuine in her concern for Andre, and he was no different.

"Am I the Villain in this story?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at the pair of siblings, both ready to sacrifice themselves for the other. I ruthlessly stomped on the rising guilt and reminded myself, the wicked grin on my face fading slightly. 'It's them or me and mine… Remember Rin, Leo. Remember the state you found her in. They must pay for their transgression.' I almost forgot, I had murdered people for less. I couldn't stop simply because their display of sibling-affection was touching.

Firming my resolve, I turned my attention towards the woman just as her lips cracked open. "It was another Illusion…" Annette chewed on her lips. "It was layered on top of the main one to hide Mana residues and fluctuations by making them appear like Nature Mana to all senses, unless you have Mystic Eyes capable of seeing Magecraft, or you are a Phantasm Species sensitive to the Supernatural, it will be nigh impossible to notice it. As for the Illusion itself, it pulls on your worst fears and is capable of planting subconscious suggestions, I just used it to divert your mind away from reaching the conclusion."

She was clearly proud of her Works, I knew I'd be if I was in her shoes, and had the circumstance of our meeting been any different, I might have congratulated her too. It was quite ingenious after all. Sadly, we were on the opposing sides. As much as the Magus in me wanted us to take seats and peacefully discuss Magecraft until morning, seemed like it was not meant to be. "I see, quite the brilliant idea and execution, Ms. LeBlanc."

What? Yeah, we were enemies, but that didn't mean I couldn't compliment her on a job well-done! I had never seen this sort of Bounded Field mentioned anywhere before… "Onto my next question: What do you and your brother hope to accomplish? What are your goals? Why are you doing–" I paused, gesturing at the building we were in. "– All this?" That was like… Two, three questions, but I highly doubted she was suicidal enough to risk pointing that out. I was holding her brother's life in my hand, and by extension hers, after all.

"We came here out of own volition–" Slight twitch of hands, two sharp-near unnoticeable blinks in one second? She was lying or at least not telling me everything. I interrupted. "Do you think I was joking, Ms. LeBlanc? Or do you just not need your brother anymore?"

My tone was even and blunt, yet tinged with amusement as I bent Andre's arm backwards like playing with a cheap Kent doll. The unconscious man snapped to life, screaming his lungs out. I slammed his head against the wall, rendering him comatose once more. "Gods! Just stop hurting him, please! I'll tell you everything, I promise." She took a deep, shuddering breath. "We were sent here by someone of the Neutral, our Family Crest has been heavily damaged a few centuries ago, and it's affecting our position in the Association. He told us Ki might be the Key to figuring out how to safely expand a Magus' Mana Pool…"

She paused, having calmed down somewhat. "He couldn't come due to personal reasons, so he had us sign a Geas before sending us to Asia to conduct the research in his name." Annette looked quite bitter as she recalled. "Half the impact of our research will be contributed to him and him alone. We came to Japan simply because the Sects and Schools have less influence over the Government compared to elsewhere." She choked, gazing at her brother.

"Please, let us go. We won't return, I swear." I didn't reply, watching silently ahead whole LeBlanc looked at me pleadingly, she was even pressing her boobs up as she got on her knees. Hmmm, that was nice. My own research in Mana and Ki was meeting a bottleneck, and here came these two to offer theirs to me. "Your research, I want it, bring it all here." Annette hesitated, but the sight of my hands reaching for brother's leg seemed to quicken her decision as she rushed to her feet, having regained her composure completely.

"I'll bring it to you if you agree to us go. We will sign a Geas to make sure both sides keep their parts of the deal." That was fine with me. I couldn't push her more than this or she might throw all caution to the winds. A cornered dog was the dog that bit the hardest after all. Of course, I wasn't going to let them off that easily, but Annette didn't know that… "Fine, I agree to your conditions. Go prepare the Geas."

Annette gave one last longing look at her brother, before leaving with a determined face. Good, then she wouldn't be here to see this. Although my education with Kotomine had included quite a few things: Ward-Breaking, Combat, even the occasional sprinkle of Tower Politics, the hardest and also the most important was Spiritual Surgery. Yes, it wasn't something the casual Fate fans were aware of, but Kotomine was a Spiritual Doctor. No, not the kind that gave you essential oils that were promised to cure you of cancer and give you a niche Superpower in the process.

The Nasuverse kind that dealt directly with Spiritual Bodies. It was one of the few practices of Magecraft that the Church tolerated.

Turned out, Spiritual Bodies were quite similar to their physical counterparts. Those who followed this Branch could heal grievous wounds and even fatal illnesses by performing surgery on their patients' very Souls. It was pretty cool. Sadly, I had no talent with the Art… In fact, I had no talent in Healing Magecraft whatsoever, and Spiritual Surgery was no exception. But, when it came to wrecking shits, I was an expert. Destruction was easy to cause after all. I slipped my Mana inside Andre and fried most of the neurons connecting to his brain.

Though I couldn't kill him, turning him into an useless cripple, to live a life that wasn't Life was a decent alternative. For damages done before the Geas, I would not be held accountable according to the terms. Of course, Annette LeBlanc could theoretically added something in to take revenge, but I wasn't that stupid. No Mages would ever, and I meant ever sign a Geas written by their enemies without re-reading that shit twenty times.

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Minutes later, Annette LeBlanc returned, hands full of books, notebooks and a flimsy-looking piece of paper. From where I stood, I could see her handwriting on said paper, it was similar to the instruction note belonging to the dead cannon-fodder I found yesterday. It was different though, the once flowing, elegant handwriting now looked like the scratching of a chicken. I didn't wait for her to speak, ordering with a firm voice. "Put the Geas on the floor and back away, you can hold onto the notebooks for now." I said, chuckling to myself. There was no way she would hand me the notebooks unless I agreed to sign the Geas.

No reason to make her suspicious of me. I carefully approached the Geas, hand still clutching the unconscious, and now crippled Andre LeBlanc. I picked it up and read over the terms. It wasn't anything too ridiculous, but the clear statement that both sides would cease to bother the other party from this moment onwards was quite distinct. 'What a nice girl, she is even forsaking all chances of vengeance against me…'

"This is… Agreeable. We have an accord, Ms. LeBlanc. But first, those pretty blue things, gorge one out." Annette seemed horrified, stuttering. "W- What?!"

I continued, uncaring of the disgusted and angry look she was giving me. "I said I'd gorge them out, did you think I was just joking with you? Letting you keep one is already the limit of my compassion for what you did to me and my friend…" I smiled. "It's either one of those or your tongue, I ain't picky."

LeBlanc glared at me, murderous intent seemed to drown out any sort of desperation she had before. Nonetheless, she did as I asked, reaching her fingers and digging out her eyeball. To her credit, she didn't even flinch or scream, all I heard was a low groan. "Now, roll it here." Again, she did not protest, throwing it near my feet. "Good girl."

I stomped on the eyeballs, crushing it to bits as I bit my finger, infusing Mana into my blood and wrote my name on the Geas next to Annette's. The Geas shone, bursting into flame. A disposable Geas, not very clever of her. Normal Geas could have its terms changed with the permission of both parties involved, but a disposable one could not. Annette probably feared I'd take indirect actions to force her into absolving the Geas, which I supposed might seem like a smart decision at the time she was writing it. Especially since her brother wasn't mentioned anywhere in the Peace Terms.

Meaning he wasn't affected in the slightest and could freely act against me after he had recovered from his injuries. I was certain she would regret this decision very, very soon once she had the chance to check on her vegetable brother. I threw Andre towards her, ignoring the cries behind me as I cradled the notebooks in my arms, a devilish grin plastered on my face. "It was a pleasure–" I stressed, watching in amusement as her eyes widened in horror at the state of her brother. "Doing business with you, Ms. LeBlanc. May us never cross paths again."

I left amidst the anguished cries of Annette LeBlanc.

I didn't feel guilt, neither did I sympathize with them.

All that dominated my mind was: 'Victory tastes delicious.'

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

Once the LeBlanc had been dealt with, Ragnarok was an easy target. The organization was filled with rebellious members in the first place, most of them were from the several smaller Schools and Sects that had been integrated over time. While the members no longer affiliated with their former organizations, old grudges and pride still existed. Without the LeBlanc to keep them organized, it basically fell apart overnight. Obviously, my interference quickened the process, but even without my help, it would have taken Ragnarok a week at most to explode from the seams.

Now, I understood why the LeBlanc and Ragnarok were separated in two completely different Quests. They had no loyalty to each other, and had the opportunity presented itself, I had no doubt the less savory elements of Ragnarok would have torn the siblings to pieces and swallowed the bones like a pack of starving hyenas… Especially Annette, Death would have been a better Fate had she fallen into their hands. Seriously, the amount of rapists, molesters and straight ugly bastards I had found in the organization was fucking unsettling.

Some of them had even targeted me.

Needless to say, I slapped a majority of their heads off.

The rest had their private parts crushed out of sheer disgust and loathing – Curtesy of yours truly.

Anyways, it took us about a week, but Ragnarok as an organization no longer existed. All that was left of their ragtag group were the few stragglers that managed to escape us who, according to Sasaki, weren't much of a threat on their own. They would get swept away by the cops or other School and Sect sooner rather than later. What? Why was I helping them settle scores with Ragnarok? Because of the Quest! It was one whole Skill I'd have lost out on if I had packed my stuffs and left immediately upon dealing with the LeBlanc. Besides, it wasn't like it cost me much to help them, right? Might as well…

As for their internal troubles, with both the perpetrators egging the Captains on gone, it shouldn't take long for Kiyoshi to return to business. Sasaki's little Curse problem did prove somewhat worrisome, but it was nothing I couldn't solve. The LeBlanc was an Illusion-focused House, not a Curse one.

Thus, with all my issues dealt with, I quickly took a public bus back to Fuyuki, which I was currently on. I rubbed my hands greedily together as I prepared to receive my rewards. Unlike the Regul debacle, I had truly earned my pays this time, and I was excited to get my hands on the two new Skills awaiting me. "Come to papa…" I spoke giddily. Despite receiving a few odd looks from my fellow-passengers, my mood couldn't dampened. I was so high on dopamine that even if Icarus himself was here, he would be jealous of me. The Quests' Notifications flared to life, visible only to me.

Both [Mages Amongst Men] and [False Ragnarok] ended up netting me five whole Levels. Five! The Exp I got in this trip alone probably equaled, if not exceeded my entire Exp gains since my arrival. As for the Skills I got? They were fucking awesome. [Mages Amongst Men] got me the Skill: [Energy Storage].

[Skill: Energy Storage(Active) – Lv: Max]

It essentially was Tsunade Senju's Strength Of Hundreds Seal, but better. What most people didn't understand that Tsunade's Jutsu had its limits, as the Jutsu itself didn't create a space to store Chakra, but forcibly compress Chakra into a specific part of her body, usually the forehead.

This also meant she couldn't store her Chakra infinitely, and she couldn't do it recklessly either, lest she lost control of her Seal. At least, that was how I remembered the Technique being. I wouldn't have any of those problems. I could literally shove all of my Mana inside the Skill, as it created an entire Dimension keyed to me when active. I basically had a Mana Bank that could be infinitely filled… While I probably couldn't release everything I had saved up at once like Tsunade, having a Mana Bank I could pull on as I wished was already beyond helpful. Not to mention, it fit my Style better.

Tsunade's inhuman strength could only be achieved through hand-to-hand combat as the Chakra was released from the markings on her skin…

I, on the other hand, was a bonafide Magic Swordsman, even if I rarely acted like one. I wouldn't use my fists unless forced, or my enemies were unworthy of my beautiful darling. Though, I supposed I could accelerate my swings with Tsunade's Seal? Damn, now I wanted her stuff as well. 'Don't get greedy, Leo. Be happy with what you have.' I told myself, activating the Skill to save up my Mana. I shoved two-thirds of my Mana Pool into the Dimension to test how it worked. I couldn't see it, but I could definitely feel my Mana inside, which by all accounts, shouldn't be possible.

[False Ragnarok] landed me something else entirely. A Skill I distinctively remembered was a feature in one of the first FPS I had ever played– Borderlands 2. It was [Second Wind • Fight For Your Life].

[Skill: Second Wind • Fight For Your Life(Passive) – Lv: 1/10]

When my HP fell to zero, it would be reset to 100%, tickling down by 2% every second that passed, unless I killed an enemy in the allotted time. If I succeeded, I'd get healed to 30% Health instantly and if I failed? Well, did I really have to explain what would happen? Regardless, it was still a Skill that could potentially get me out of a sticky situation. The best aspect of it was the slowed perception I'd acquire when I was 'fighting for my life'. Currently, the Skill could only be used every seven days, but I trusted that once it Leveled Up a few more times, that CD timer would be lowered tremendously.

Needless to say, I was one happy, happy boy after receiving my new Skills.

Now all I needed was a way to deal with a certain angry tsundere who was likely looking forwards to wringing my neck with my own intestine, and I'd be the happiest boy in the World…

I chuckled at the thought. Truth was, Rin couldn't hurt me, [Reinforcement] could only do so much for a child's body genius or not, and unlike me, Rin didn't have the advantages the Game offered. Her punches had ceased to have an impact on me months ago, but her words could be quite cutting, enough to deal massive emotional damages to my formerly fragile ego. Now, I could probably shrug off anything she threw at me. Still, I considered Rin a friend, I wouldn't want to lose her and if listening to her scolding was the price, then I was more than happy to pay it. However, that didn't mean I liked getting scolded, I wasn't masochistic and she had quite the lung on her.

I scratched my chin, stroking my non-existent and imaginary goatee. "What could I do to make her less angry, I wonder?"

I had gotten her a gift, more clothes and a few precious gems I looted from Ragnarok bases, but I doubted it would be enough this time. Maybe I should call her now? Let her work out some of that anger first? Urgghh, looked like it was too late. Fuyuki was well-within sight already, and I wasn't going to wander the street until she decided to pardon me of my terrible, absolutely horrid crime of blindly charging into a dangerous situation. 'Let's just pray she is feeling merciful then.' I let out a breath, slumping back and letting the scenery wash over me. "Home, sweet home."

At last, I was back in this wars-ravaged City, one filled with psychopaths of the worst kinds and individuals so twisted I hesitated to call them humans. Yes, Shiro included. It was a City of monsters beyond wildest imagination with a literal Daemon King sitting in the faux Holy Grail, watching the shows. Probably with popcorns and soda in each hand. What? I never said it was a nice place, I just said it was home. Although, calling it 'sweet' might have been pushing it. Fuyuki was many things, but sweet certainly wasn't on the list.

Now, you're probably wondering, why in God's name was I taking a public bus back? Well, glad you asked. The reason was simple, I felt like it. It reminded me of my earlier years when we were so poor I had to get up at four in the morning just to get to class on time. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't particularly fond of those times, but I believed it was important to keep myself grounded. Since killing my Illusion-self, I had found my emotions more… Muted? Yes, more muted than usual. If I kept this up, I was afraid I'd become another murder-hobo.

That was a scary thought.

Anyhow, I had decided I needed to be reminded of the value of Life, if only to keep myself from changing completely until I was no longer recognizable. The bus was the answer, it's crowded and stuffy and stocked full of sweaty people, people that loved to gossip and interract with little kids, like that dude I met while on another bus about a week prior. Unfortunately, my crazy look may have scared them all off. The entire back of the bus had been left to me. Oh-well… I shrugged. My stop was near in-any-case, might be better if they didn't bother me.

I prepared to get off, my stop was after this one, but was halted by a hand on shoulder. "There you are, I've been looking all over for you." I turned, greeted by an unfamiliar face. "C'mon, it's our stop, we gotta get home early or your mom will kill me."

Was… Was he trying to abduct me? The man, decent-looking with dark, black hair tried to pull me with him. When he found me rooted in my spot, he went near my ear and whispered in a tone he must have thought was menacing. "Play along, you little shit, or you get it." He flashed his arm filled with tattoos and I sighed. "Do you really want to do this? Here, now?" This bus ride was supposed to restore my faith in the value of Life, not devalue it even more.

My eyes flashed, veins humming with Mana as I clutched his wrist and squeezed. "'Cause I don't think you do." The man fell back, crying as he held his crushed wrist. At this point, people were starting to converge to our spot. I didn't want any trouble so I quickly got off the bus. The wannabe abductor was still screaming, pointing at me and telling people I was the one responsible for his injury, which I had to say, was incredibly dumb of him. Even if they, by some miracles, believed his words, he would likely be ousted as a child-abductor. 'Not very smart of you, my man.'

"Haaaa… Guess I'm walking back then."

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

'You know, I expected a lot of things to happen when I return to the Church. Yelling, shouting, maybe even a little crying from Rin, but I didn't expect this.' I hadn't gotten to say a peep when the resident tsundere slapped me out of nowhere. I meant, it didn't hurt. If anything, she might need to get a checkup on her hand since I was pretty sure I heard a small crack of bones as her hit landed. My HP was still full, and I didn't feel like my cheekbone had been broken, so it's probably her hand and if the way she was rubbing her palm was to go by… "You– Hmmm– You alright there, Rin-sensei?"

"Don't sensei me, you idiot! That was for leaving suddenly and THIS–!" She shouted, kicking at my shin only to fall over, clutching her leg this time. "T- That was for hanging up on m- me!"

I couldn't hold it anymore, bursting out in laughter as I pulled her in my arms, messaging her leg and palm. Seemed she didn't break anything, but I should probably keep her in bed for the next few days just to be safe. "W- What are you laughing at, you idiot?! Just run off and die somew- somewhere, see if I care?" At that, I laughed even harder. I hugged her tight, sweeping her in a bridal carry as I whispered into her hair.

"It's fine, I'm back now." I looked up at Gilgamesh, who stood leaning against the wall, seeming as calm and cool as ever. I waved happily. "I'm home, Gil-chan."

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