["Utsuho" slowly lowers the handgun. "She" closes "her" eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and sighing while scratching behind an ear.]
["She" sets the handgun aside, looking down at her now-cracked eye. Then she gives her boobs another good jab with a finger, still convinced that the Yatagarasu is a part of those things.]
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["She" sets the handgun aside, looking down at her now-cracked eye. Then she gives her boobs another good jab with a finger, still convinced that the Yatagarasu is a part of those things.]
How do you like that? Huh?!