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While locked within the walls of her room, Kumiko was silently working on something. Her eyes focused on her scroll in front of her despite a sensation gnawing at her.
She pauses for a moment. Her breathing slowing down to something easy and steady. She had a choice to either-
" H'oh? You seem to be on your way to a fine career as a wrestler. As far as Belial goes, I believe this is the one thing he CAN be trusted with. He is very creative once beautiful fabric is in his hands.
He's even made my dress for me and repaired my battle suit." https://t.co/NzNuK8nfyD
"Come, have a taste of my sword. Please leave your life behind as payment. "