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[saddenedsaint]

[There is Saga, standing in the middle of the Plane and wearing different training clothes from those he always wears.

He looks confident... passionate... no trail of that common sadness in his emerald eyes. Actually... the Saint's in a very good mood.]

Mu... it is time. [He straightens up, a cocky smile drawing his lips.]

[Oh yeah... that is

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[holmes_fanatic]

Eh? You're going to fight?

[Last time Conan checked Mu was ... four, at the most?]

[holmes_fanatic]

[He is currently a child, after all.] Well, I know that now.

How come he's a child if he's usually an adult? That's not supposed to be possible, is it?

[saddenedsaint]

As I said... it must be an experiment. It tends to happen. They can be of any sort.

[holmes_fanatic]

So you've seen a lot? What experiments do you know of?

[saddenedsaint]

[Thinks for a moment but gets a bit uncomfortable by remembering and his voice seems irritated.] You can be a victim of the most ridiculous experiments. Like speaking in a questioning mode or... [pauses] singing.

[holmes_fanatic]

Singing? [Oh, that's not going to go well for Conan.]

[saddenedsaint]

[He's just silent about it.]

[holmes_fanatic]

Ne ... do you know why these experiments happen?