It's about time that crap was over.

[ Mumbled, "At least I didn't have to play babysitter..."]

I need to stretch. Oi! Stitched-brat!

I don't suppose there would be anyone on this island willing to fight, would there?

Hard to practice against imaginary opponents.

Jeeze, and I was beginning to wonder if the sun even existed in this place.

[All recorded, because Fou lacks fingers to hold an actual pen.]

What a strange city... I’ve seen images, but do Western cities honestly look like this...? Ugh, this rain... [Growled;] Where am I?

Oi! Baka-Bak! Answer me!

God damn..!

[Cue the smash of Fou slamming her journal into a wall.]