MOMO LIVES MOTHERF*CKERS
[Momotaros (having turned on his guide to somehow... invite people to spar with him) is fighting an invisible enemy while in a park. He's got his sword out, practicing swings and jabs, before moving onto a nearby tree, cutting at it fast and hard enough to leave the bark smoking.]
Hraaa!!
[Without his bros, and Ryotarou, it really was hard to concentrate. Miwako hanging out with him had helped, but he really was homesick. Even purin and coffee weren't helping to comfort him.]
Ksh... [Slices again.] Orya!!
[What kinda guy lost his cool over this? He stops swinging a moment, wiping sweat from his brow and breathing a little heavier. It was hot out. In. Wherever.]
Hhhaaah. Is it summer already?
[It needn't be said that he barely paid attention to the guide; he was too upset about Ryotarou not being around.]
Hraaa!!
[Without his bros, and Ryotarou, it really was hard to concentrate. Miwako hanging out with him had helped, but he really was homesick. Even purin and coffee weren't helping to comfort him.]
Ksh... [Slices again.] Orya!!
[What kinda guy lost his cool over this? He stops swinging a moment, wiping sweat from his brow and breathing a little heavier. It was hot out. In. Wherever.]
Hhhaaah. Is it summer already?
[It needn't be said that he barely paid attention to the guide; he was too upset about Ryotarou not being around.]