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There had been a persistent rain for at least a week now. The lights of occupied homes would beam into the street, echoed visually by the altering shape of the rain. The light would bounce from speck to speck until landing powerfully into the eyes of the men and women of this city. It wasn't too populated of a place, this neighborhood, but the residential feel made it seem a lot less populated than it actually was. The city itself was quite massive, alternatively. With an influence of money having been spread quite thin throughout the five portions of the town, the majority of it had landed to the north of this area, in the middle of down town. This southern portion of the city was much more docile. With little young adult life, the majority of it came from unruly adolescents; looking for ways to stay in or out of trouble. However, despite the mass of family apartments and occasional houses, there was also a small portion of property owned and rented by the young adults who mostly crowded the western portion of the city. If not owned by them, then it was, in rare cases, used as office or storage space by start up companies who had yet to find an office in the heart of downtown. Until then, there had been a complete lack of night life in this area. However, with the recent influx of young professionals, even this town was starting to become more familiar with an individual personality that larger cities were known for. Killing time, having drinks, watching movies and things of the like were starting to spread rapidly in all portions of the city. It was this area that proved to be the final bastion of this city however. So as the night fell with the rain, it was this recent activity that would counteract them.

A billow of smoke would escape the lips of one of the few women who circulated around this circle. A white lime sat at the brim of her mixed drink, as a small black straw protruded from the top. Her pencil skirt stretched around her legs, right above the two red knees which crossed over each other. Her feet would dangle back and forth as she kicked them softly, showing the anxiety that she was in the presence of someone so different[/]. Her lips pressed against each other as she puckered them in- a micro expression for what she was determined not to say. The eyes of her captive audience were hidden behind the sunglasses that were in no need to be worn. The blood red suit that was no where near professional enough for an office job clung to his rather muscular frame. His eyes, though hidden, had a certain presence to them that the women of this place could not help but investigate. However, while he wined and dined these marks with his mystique, there would be a slight difference coming from behind him. While they were fairly comfortable in their box seating, the rest of the patrons of this lounge would often find themselves in the booths and bars that were scattered around the massive room that once served as a hotel lobby. Down a flight of stairs consisting of only seven steps would be revealed two seperate bars on the opposite sides of each other. In between them would sit a myriad of circular tables with large, lofty furniture that was evidently reserved for those with either a dress or a suit jacket. There was a small population given the day of week, so there weren't many occupied tables. However the chocolate tables and almost brightly cast beige seating would have one seat, particularly close to this blood-soaked suit, which seemed to be occupied most subtly.

The pure white wool which coated his frame seemed to be in a constant state of melting. The captivating golden stare of his eyes would gleam into what appeared to be a rather slim book- easy reading for most. The title had been etched out by its own age and use, and as he would casually comfort himself with the company of a woman, they seemed to be rather detached from one another. Her slip on heels were a deep raspberry hue, which was offset by her eggshell white dress, backless and single shoulder strap. Her hair fell to her shoulders which seemed to express just how lengthy her caramel colored neck was. The ebony hair that shook with every turn of her head had obvious had much care, and the deep raspberry lipstick would seem to intensify the smokiness in her voice as she spoke to her counterpart.

"It's a real shame, this weather." She would brood, glancing at the window occasionally, then back at her date to see how he would respond.

"Yes, the concierge informed me that it has been going on for at least a week now. Nearly no sun. It really is a pity." He would say, obviously interested in the conversation, despite his eyes deadlocked on the literature in his lap.

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❥ there must be a reason; HayliNe

I absolutely detested the weather sometimes. How dare, “mother nature” try to rain on my parade. Sorry, but it was going to take a lot more than water to stop me from going out. The village was absolutely dull around this time of year. After the commencement of the Chuunin Exams, nothing thrilling really happens until the next one comes around. All of the genin normally just practice their abilities during the gap of their examination, but I was over that phase. I was as ready as I would ever be, and right now—I wanted to get hammered. Drinking was just a free gateway to kill some time in my personal opinion, and anyone that said differently just did not understand the joys of letting go every once in a while.

Unfortunately for me, I had to practically run to this pub with my right hand clutching onto the rod of the umbrella, hoping that my hair did not get wet. Even if it did, I still looked better than any of the girls that went to this bar anyways. They always wore too much make-up, and the absolutely worst colors that made you think they were trying to design some sort of Halloween costume, whatever. I wore my sleek, blue kimono that dangled just midway to my thighs. My feet were pumped up by my white stilettos, a comfortable 4 inches on the heel. My golden locks were straight today, despite the fact that I knew it would rain. I supposed I wanted to make an impressionable appearance to those in the pub, and curly hair was not going to cut it.

I entered the building and excitedly put my umbrella down by the coat rack. I knew no one was foolish enough to take it, besides—it was a bright yellow and blue one, how tacky! Gazing around the building from left to right, I observed the sort of people that were attending this dump of a place. ’Oh, perfect!’ My attention span was very short today, and it appeared to me that there was an odd conspicuous group of people by the bar that needed my help. Strutting over there with my chin held high, I would take a seat on the stool. ”Screwdriver, please.” With a small grin on my face, I gave the patrons a wink as I awaited for my drink to be made. ”So how goes everyone’s day, I’m absolutely bored.”

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The attention that this lounge had been given was minuscule to say the least. Perhaps once the weekend hit there would be a small burst of life, but until then, this was the most life a place such as this was going to get this time of night. However, just as the bartender was about to take a seat on the plush, leather barstool that he had managed to sneak behind the counter, in came a new element to the mixture. As soon as she would make her entrance in to the lounge, a few cursory eyes would fall upon her. Aside from the now disgruntled bartender, the eyes of a few twenty-something men would look her up and down, mostly to see if she was wearing anything to determine how easy of a lay she could be. Other than the men, this new addition to the lounge would also draw the attention of the woman with the raspberry colored heels. Turning her head away from the man in all-white, she would look over her shoulder, her body twisting as her legs remained stationary. Shifting with the easy flick, it would plant itself over her face, hiding it every so slightly. Her mouth was slightly open, exposing the lusciousness of her lips. While her attention toward the new girl would be at the very least out of her own curiosity, it would only spark the interest of the man she was accompanying. Taking a look up from his book, he would notice her attention being drawn to the door, and thus, his eyes would follow. Noticing the use of a kimono, it was interesting to see it worn in a casual setting. It wasn't that wearing kimonos had grown uncommon, but given that they always carried a certain air to them, they had seemed to escape the wardrobes of most modern women- meaning one of two things. Either this girl was not a modern woman, or she wanted that very air associated with her. Either way, she was an enigma so far.

The woman in the eggshell dress would turn back to meet the white-suited man with startled eyes. Her face had a look of both confusion and glee. It was difficult for her to get the words out well enough, but she would somehow manage.

"Did you see what she's wearing?" She would say, her fingertips quickly raising to her lips in an attempt to hide her amusement.

Her sentiments would fall upon deaf ears. Shaking his head slightly in shame, he would take a final glance at his book- making sure he would remember what page he was on. Folding it shut, he would continue to observe the contours of her trim, and rather well built body. She appeared to be quite active for her age, almost to the point that it was her job to be so. From what he could tell, she appeared to be rather young, though given her placement at the bar, she couldn't have been too much younger than his own age. Her kimono billowed, as most do, but its silky exterior fell in all the right places to flatter her proportions perfectly. His eyes would soon begin to fall- following her legs to the heels which clung to the soles of her feet. An interesting choice of footwear given the weather. She was interesting to him, and while he couldn't really give himself a reason as to why, it was incredibly evident. However, like all investments worth paying attention to, he would have to observe her for a little while longer to see if she was worthy of his time, or vice versa.

"Don't be so quick to judge. It may seem tacky here, but you'd be surprised how many people from my town wear them." He would say just as casually as he always had, preventing himself from taking his eyes off of the intoxicating blonde.

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❥ there must be a reason; HayliNe

The bartender rolled his eyes as he began to prepare my beverage. He did not seem too amused by my obvious cry for attention—he just wanted to end his miserable shift. However, his needs were unimportant to me. I was a well-off girl, and of course I craved the spotlight. I would twist my neck from left to right in order to observe the several gentlemen sitting beside me at the bar. I began to grin as I noticed that the bartender roughly placed my drink down on the counter, ”Here you go, Miss.” The only thing I could think of was how rude he was being to a customer. I deserved his utmost enthusiasm, and here he was being a moody selfish child. The distinctive dry tone of his voice more than expressed that he was pleasantly annoyed with my antics, which made all the more reason for me to continue to push his buttons until I got a bigger reaction from him. ”Thanks! I was parched.” I coyly slipped my slithering fingers and wrapped them around the cup as I lifted it to my lips. The men that gathered near me all fancied the idea of a pretty young girl downing an alcoholic beverage so quickly. It was unusually erotic to them, like the sort of fantasy they had been hoping to find in their life. They all began to cheer and jest amongst themselves as they began to order their own rounds of liquor to match me.

Once I took the very last sip of this demon, I placed the cup down and softly demanded another one. ”One more, please. It was a long trip to get here.” My hands gripped my soft, golden hair that remained straight despite the rain and I tossed it over my shoulders. One of the men towards my left answered my question that I had asked when I first sat down. ”Aye, we’re feeling alright! We just finished our long 16 hour shift working down by the construction at the gates. Now it’s time for us to unwind before we have to do it again.” They began to toast together as if they had been saving people’s lives all day. But I suppose they just had a lot of pride for their job, considering the amount of effort that they had to put into it. I felt a bit out of place though. It was not because of the attire I chose to wear, but because of their outlook on life. I could tell that they enjoyed their jobs, despite the physical labor that they have to endure building infrastructures. And here I was, trying to mingle with these older gentlemen whom I probably had nothing in common with.

It was at that moment I began to realize that it was those types o f people that intrigued me the most. I enjoyed learning more about those whom seem the most unlike me. Come to think of it, I did not have any girlfriends back in Kumogakure. I would probably get annoyed with their prissy attitudes, which is why I generally hung around with the boys. Giggling to myself, I would then begin to appreciate their company more than I had before. ”Well then, I say we shall get the celebration started then, eh?!” The bartender had just finished getting us all another round, and we begin to drink once more and just laugh at the shit-hole life really was. The lad to my right then asked me the obvious question that I knew was coming, ”So, what’s a girl like you doing here all alone on a night like this?” My head began to nod as I began contemplating my reasoning for coming to a bar alone on a rainy night. I guess I never thought about it before, I just do things when I felt like it. Looking at him, I decided to answer him with a vague response, ”The rain has nothing to do with me getting a drink! Just like it won’t stop you guys from working, it won’t stop me from getting a drink when I please. And even though I came here alone, it doesn’t mean that I’d be alone at the bar. Look at who I am sitting with right now.” That’s when I gave him a wink and began to sip my poison. I was winning over their feeble hearts already.

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With an incredible amount of attention being gathered to the bar within a matter of seconds, there was a stark change in the environment. As the lass sitting at the table, would continue to observe the blond, she would finally be fed up as the collection of men would begin to accumulate in a small fortune of men. Turning back to her company, she would make a riddled face, to which he would respond with one equally calm. With the lack of draping of her dress, revealing her delicately toned legs, and the equally toned back to which she would expose to the rest of the bar, there was a reason as to why she would be so upset. However, as she would look into the mysteriously golden eyes of her date, she would quickly realize that this wasn't really what she wanted to be. The history between the two of them wasn't something too intricate, but the fact that she had been the one he had asked to accompany him meant something significant. Her face would quickly show her shame, the shock dissolving into seriousness. Her response would pay off, with the young man across the table from her responding with a reserved smirk. At least she had broken his attention away from the blond.

The relationship that these two held was something which teetered on the tip of sex, brotherhood and professionalism. The daughter of a wealthy investor of one of the many waning subsidiaries of The Rengoku Organization, she played a small portion in the success of her father's company. It was her duty to save it, and the best method in doing so would be to please that of her umbrella, which just so happened to be the very organization that her date was an executive of. In fact, it was for this reason that the two even met. She had pursued an attempt to convince him to assist her, but it was only after discovering their histories would they discover the similarities that they shared. Soon, their friendly business would transform into intimate business, until the business was completely eliminated. She was desirable, that went without question, but she was still a businesswoman, and neither of them could forget that. This was why they couldn't be serious about their relationship. Her lips, no matter how seductively plush, would always spout numbers. His warmth, no matter how incredibly inviting, would always remind her of the boiling blood beneath his skin. There was something that neither of them could give each other, and he appreciated it just as much as she did, which is also why they could never truly commit to each other. There was so much behind his grin, and she couldn't deny it.

However, despite having upset herself with the idea of not paying enough attention to their time, it would be the presence of the book on the table that would make her even more curious about his grin. The feeling of the soft suede beneath her bare legs would suddenly feel that much more soft as he would lean closer towards her, reaching out to take a grasp at her pearl necklace.

"Enough about her. We haven't spoken business all night..." She would say, seductively as she would lean in to his touch.

His fingers were soft despite their size. He was a man of almost gargantuan stature, and yet seemed perfectly proportioned. She was rather tall herself, but her slender features made her seem so different in comparison to him.

"You're right, and we won't be. I've booked the hotel for the rest of the week, so we have literally all of our time to spend talking business," He would say casually before releasing her necklace from his grip. "So I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to catch a cab back home. I have some unexpected business to take care of. I truly apologize for this, Mikami." He would say sweetly, moving his hand slyly to her chin to assure their eye contact."

"I understand," She would reply politely, nodding slowly as she would take his hand within her own. Lowering his grasp to the table, she would take a stand, taking the purse within her grasp with the opposite hand. "Be safe, Tadakatsu. I'll order a bottle after I arrive. Don't give it time to warm." She would say forcefully before slipping away from his grasp completely- making her way quite quickly to the door; one of the many hooded rickshaws quickly picking her up within a few steps outside of the warmth of the lounge.

Leaving him alone, her half-glass of water would tremble with the vibrations of the building. The man in which she had left, looking in fact quite lonely for a moment after her departure. This however- would quickly change.

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❥ there must be a reason; HayliNe

It would not be long before I felt the sudden urge to relieve myself of these fabulous refreshments. As any lady would, I politely spoke to the gentlemen who were keeping me company at the bar, ”Excuse me while I freshen up in the ladies room.” I was ever so courteous in my diction, but I wanted to ensure them that I appreciated their presence. Getting up from the stool, I casually began to walk away from the bar and towards the restroom. The alcohol that I had consumed began to travel through my bloodstream and I could not help but giggle at its effect on me. I began to lose full control over my motor functions, so walking was a bit more difficult than it usually was. My eyes held a blank stare to them as I zombie-esque made my way towards the women’s restroom and pulled open the door.

Getting tipsy on a night like this was no fun, but I suppose it was better than being back at home bored. Going to the bathroom stall, I would put toilet paper along the rim of the seat before sitting. There was nothing else going on at this pub, so I figured once I finished using the bathroom that I would just get my umbrella and leave this place. The night was still young. My inhibition was much lower than before and I just did not care what I did next. I guess that is what I liked most about being intoxicated. Smiling with my new plan for the night, I would flush the toilet and wash my hands quite thoroughly. Looking at myself in the mirror, I began to frown. Something was wrong. I began to wet my hand as I brushed my hand through my hair to make it curly. I would ruffle my hair to give it more volume and a better party-girl look.

Exiting the bathroom, I proceeded to head towards the door and grab my umbrella. I looked over at the bar and noticed that the groups of guys were laughing it all up without me. They would be fine with themselves. The companionship that they shared was enough for them on a night like this, and a tease like me did not need to interrupt their night of celebration. I shrugged off the lonely feeling that I had and stood there at the doorway, almost frozen. I was not sure where I wanted to go, but I guess I wanted to go somewhere else other than this place. Still lazily scanning the building, I could not help but notice a man wearing an all white suit sitting alone. Geez, you would think that he just came from some meeting wearing an attention-seeking outfit like that. Then I began to giggle realizing that I was wearing a short blue kimono, how kettle-like of me.

I eyed the man and nodded my head towards him to gesture that he should follow me out of the building. Whether or not he picked up on that cue was unknown, but I was hoping he would have enough sense to understand it. I took my umbrella and left the building immediately after. Standing outside of the pub, I would elegantly place my left leg and rest it on the brick wall behind me. I was poised there as if there was a photo shoot occurring and I was the main star. My face looked positively bored while waiting in the rain under my umbrella, waiting for this stranger to come outside.

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As it turned out, neither Tadakatsu nor his date had ordered anything. Aside from the rather slim book, and the thin glass of water, the table in front of him lay completely clean, and lacking any and all remaining traces of human inhabitance. With that being said, it would be simple for him to remove himself from his current situation. As he would watch his date leave the building, he would continue to eye her until she had successfully caught a cab- however as soon as she was out of sight, his eyes would transform their direction to something a bit more prevalent. The combination of pristine blue eyes and exotic blonde hair would accent her lean, slender frame. The kimono was short, but still very well done, which made her appear to have a mixture of both conservative and liberal dispositions circulating throughout her persona. It intrigued him. It wasn't that she possessed anything that he couldn't attain within the company of a normal woman hailing from Hi no Kuni, but instead that she was present, and that if he did not investigate her status, he may very well miss out on something that would easily benefit him in the future. It was a similar situation to how he had initially been introduced to Mikami. Of course, having brushed shoulders their entire life at certain social events and galas, they didn't really cultivate any type of relationship until Mikami was forced to reach out to him over her father's business.

The bleak weather was odd, considering that it had been a fairly cool July in Tanzaku Gai. The overcast had brooded over the city for an incredibly short period of time, but had almost made the lawn party completely atramentous. Tadakatsu had only arrived back in town a few days earlier, and his brother was eager for him to make an appearance to those under the Rengoku umbrella, many offering the potential for either buy outs or worse- bankruptcy. The Hondas had been eager to sooth their minds with a meet and greet of fellow subsidiaries. It was over a hefty bottle of Moscato that they two would find how much that they would hit it off in the future, and also all of the possibilities that they could offer to each other. It would only make sense for him to approach this situation in a similar manner.

Pushing the seat back with his legs, he would take a stand. Assisting his chair with a slight lift, he would prevent the chair from blocking his exit, quickly moving it back to its rightful place after taking a step away from the table. Sweeping up the book and the glass of water, he would quickly tuck the literature under his arm, while the glass of water would accompany him to the bar before being set down calmly- loudly enough to grasp the attention of the bartender from the now rowdy group of blue collar workers. The young eyes of the weary bartender would meet him quickly, taking a few steps before placing both palms on the surface of the wooden bar counter; leaning in to get a better chance at hearing his white-clad customer.

"There was a young lady sitting at the bar a moment ago. Do you recall her drink of choice?" He would ask politely, yet clear that he was in a rush.

"Yeah, she asked for a Screwdriver." He would respond hastily.

"I'll have one myself then- lip it with an orange slice? I'll also have a glass of Zinfadel if you have it; four ounces." He would finish, reaching for the lapel of his jacket to expose the interior.

Stuffing the small book into his jacket pocket, he would place his opposite hand into his pants pocket, his neck turning to give him a chance to see where his future investment had gone off to. The sound of wood and glass would surprise him as he would recognize the hastiness of the bartender. Taking a look at the small glass filled with a bright yellow drink, and the other a tall, thin glass containing the soft pink wine, he would offer the barkeep a small smile before reaching into his jacket once more. Placing a small amount of ryo into the hand of the young bartender, he would take the drinks with both hands, the vodka in his right and the wine in his left. Before he knew it, he would have exposed himself to the chilling echo of the vertical torrent. The outside of the lounge was quite spacious, which was to be expected of a residential area. It was more about the aesthetic here, especially considering the number of apartment complexes which riddled the area. However, with so much ground space, it would leave much more room for the water to beat the stone floors which seemed to span throughout the entire area. Shrugging off the cold- a stark difference than the coziness of the lounge- he would soon discover his person of interest.

Taking a few, slow steps towards her, he would offer her a moderate face. No expression could easily be read from his gaze, and yet as he looked at her, he himself would only be more intrigued. He was considerably taller than she was, even with her four inch height boost. Almost forming a mountain of white, he would do his best to appear less intimidating as he would extend his left hand to her, his delicate grip on the stem of the wine glass leaving her enough room to take it- but not enough to avoid a slight contact with his hand. His right hand would tuck to his body, almost as if keeping it close to him would prevent her from noticing it.

"I hope you like Zinfadel." He would say calmly, obviously incredibly discreet. He would continue to hold his hand out as he portend above her, waiting for the her next interaction to be the best he would anticipate.

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❥ there must be a reason; HayliNe

While I was waiting for this strange man to entertain me for the night, I began to realize two things. The first being that I was unsure whether I was more excited that he actually showed up outside, or that he brought a drink with him just for little ol' me. That man clearly knows how to work the angles if he made sure that he did not show up outside empty handed. His intentions were unclear to me, but I did not really care at the moment. I just enjoyed a change of scenery and intriguing people. Besides, even if he turned out to be someone whom I did not connect with, I could always just slip away like a true lady into the night. Grinning at his presence, I would gladly slip my hand just above his own and grip the glass from him. It was a slightly sensual brush, but our hands would connect briefly for the first time as I would softly peak to him, ”Why thank you, sir. What was your name again?”

It was a bit direct, but I was curious as to what his name was and the sort of business that he dealt with in Thunder country. His stature was too impressionable for me to ignore, perhaps it was the white suit that he wore. I began to sip the alcoholic drink, forgetting that I was already drunk from the many cups that I had earlier. I was lucky that as a girl I could get away with taking baby sips of this drink. My eyes kept on him to ensure that he too would eventually drink his beverage, whatever he had, and that I remained mindful of my setting. The patter sound that the rain made as it collided with the ground was absolutely relaxing. I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of being outside.

I had no idea where I wanted to go next, or what I would do for the rest of the night—but I was sure the both of us would figure it out.

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A subtle smirk would cross Tadakatsu's face as he would meet eyes with the leggy blonde. Her gaze was invasive to say the least, but it was clear that it was not ill intentioned. She wanted to appear mysterious, and it was obviously working out for her. There was something about this situation that was almost too appealing. The air of romance that would only be amplified by the intrusive sound of rainfall. The need to get close in order to make out a single word that would emit from her smooth, tinted lips; his height causing her to look up at him in an almost innocent or vulnerable light. She was a stranger to him, and he to her. There was nothing that they could say that they knew about each other aside from their evident physical characteristics. So as his eyes eyes would flicker in his attempt to break eye contact- his mother always warned him that he had a habit of staring- he would notice that he was in a place that he more or less wanted to be. With an attractive woman, who was unafraid to experience the night for what it was: an adventure.

The statues that would litter this part of the town would hold fast in the dim lighting that the clouds would impose upon them. The bright wattage would shine on them occassionally, the grim shadows portraying something that the creators of this city had intended upon its birth. The first statue, which sat comfortably in the center of this city was in fact the most respected despite the danger which surrounded it. Its image would portray a child, their gender uncertain, as it would reach out to take the fruit of an ill shaped apple tree. It was the third statue dedicated to the city, the previous two giving city a similar feeling. However, it wasn't until the erection of this final steel sculpture that the message and history of this town would finally be revealed. The power of impossibility no longer bearing any sort of power any more. It was something that any one could appreciate. The children that would be guided home from school every evening by their parents, siblings or nannies; the old men who sat around the statue while the pigeons would feed from the free loaves of bread that they would distribute; even the romantic pairings that would loom dilatory beneath the awnings of a local lounge. While the sculpture would stand beneath the rain somewhere else in the city, its power would almost emanate from its place in the center of the city, to this portion. Perhaps it was that power that would transform the young man's smug smirk into a full blown smile. His teeth would match his clothing perfectly, and the first words spoken to her- aside from his ambition concerning her drink preference- would emit from his equally young lips.

"I come from a place where it is ill-mannered to ask someone's name before introducing themselves first." He would say casually, placing the hand which he had used to give her the drink he had purchased for her into his pants pocket; his back arching back to reveal his perfect posture.

She was no doubt an interesting specimen, but he was eager to discover what game it was that she was attempting to play. Her mystery had only intensified as time progressed. The short blue kimono was so typical in somewhere such as Hi no Kuni, then again, Hi no Kuni was primarily an agricultural economy, followed closely by a military economy. Traditionalism ran rampant in a country so vast, it would only be assumed that the same would be found in a country as large as Kaminari no Kuni. However, never quick to assume, he had to discover her allure. There was no guarantee that he would separate himself from her until he did.

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