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Ryuichi was twitching, and looked nothing short of homicidal. Half of his hair was out of his ponytail, and the rest was sticking to his face and the back of his neck, a combination of eggs and flour, and oh yeah, the sugar, gluing it in place. Couldn’t forget the sugar; it made everything so much stickier. It wouldn’t come out ( Read more... )

Ryuichi held the sword up, turning it so the light reflected off the steel. He checked the balance silently, nodding absently as he did it, pleased. Natsume Kaede wondered how he could be so calm. At his age, she would have been trembling, but his hands were steady. Arai Ryuichi was so very cold. Training had paid off, it seemed.

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