[In the woods behind C6, the sound of battle can be heard. Ragged breathing, flesh and steel colliding with the rough bark of a leafless poplar tree. A grunt paired with every strike, growing louder as his sai slash through to the green sap. Again and again and again.
In between the slashes, an angry roar tears through the forest:]
I don't CARE
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Poor tree. 8( ]
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What?
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Well, that saves me the trouble of askin'.
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Think you can tell me how old that thing is while you're at it? Already got it pretty cut up, might as well count rings.
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People hardly ever do. Never stopped me before, don't see how now's got to be any different. Besides, you're the one who got all shout happy over these pages, not me.
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What happened?
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