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A pair of beady black eyes peered out from a gap between the curtains as the guest of honor was welcomed in. The boy they belonged to turned around in the darkness and said, “Target spotted—there’s no mistaking it. That dude is exactly like the rumors said.”
The tiny floating cat crossed his short arms and nodded. “So it’s safe to say our prediction was correct.”
The boy shrugged in apparent agreement as tension creeped onto his naturally menacing face.
Sensing a change in the boy’s demeanor, the little cat—Puck—sighed. “Are you really going through with it?”
“Yeah. I mean, either way I’ll regret it. And I’d rather regret doing something than nothing, hands down—that’s how I feel right now.”
“You know…I may have misjudged you, Subaru. Okay, I understand. If you really are that committed to this, then I’ll help you in every way I can. This is for my sweet daughter.”
“Yes…for her.”
A solemn air hung around the pair as they nodded in agreement. Their objective was clear. They were joined for one purpose, and there was no longer any hesitation.
“………”
Adjusting the position of the chair he was sitting in, Subaru steadied his beathing and looked down at the assortment of tools before him. He wasn’t familiar with them, but they were not so alien that he had never touched them before.
He never dreamed his past experience would come in handy like this. In life, you never know what might save you in your time of need.
With a dash of wistfulness and a mountain of resolve, the boy readied himself for battle.
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