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This will be a blog for interactions with characters of Studio Ghibli and Junji Ito.

Studio Ghibli and Junji Ito x R.femele.

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Orders can be made!

Git me amazing ideas with characters from various animes!

With unique scenery and themes!

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The world you deserve...

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“Friend” (Tomodachi, in the Japanese original)

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R.femele (Childhood best friend)

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Part: 2

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… ah….Adult life

-Turn of life... it's as bitter as it is necessary. You, who grew up with a pure and silent love next to someone forgotten by the world, tried to build your own story - find happiness elsewhere, far from that past that seemed like a dream. But adult life, ruthless, took you to a dark place... until he appeared again. Your dear dreamer. But now, with the world in my hands.

-Rainy night, big city, 1997

You were huddled in the corner of your small apartment, your eyes purple and your heart in tatters. Her ex-boyfriend - or the shadow of what he had been - had disappeared that night after screaming and breaking everything. But the silence that remained was worse than the screams.

You were alone again.

Like in childhood.

Like before him.

No job, no direction, no one.

The raindrops hit the window, at a constant pace.

So... a soft knock on the door.

You hesitated. No one knew where you lived.

Another beat. And then, an envelope slipped under the door.

Inside... just a ticket.

"Do you still wear your cat mask?"

"Come. Where our dreams began. - From your dear dreamer."

His heart stopped for a second.

You were shaking. That handwriting...

That nickname...

You still kept the mask, in a box bottom, yellowed by time.

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-Abandoned warehouse within the city limits

The same aging structure of the old hiding place of childhood, only now dominated by deeper silences.

You entered.

And there he was.

Tall, with an impeccable black suit. And the mask. The modern version - now perfect, polished, symbol of power.

But behind her... it was still him.

He turned slowly, and his voice came out low, deep:

- "I said I would create a world just for the two of us. And here it is."

You didn't know what to say. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug him.

But before that, he walked up to you.

It stopped very close.

And then, you slowly pulled your old cat mask out of the bag.

Even with fear. Even with the past hurting you.

You put it on, like in the old days. And, by reflex, he put her on his mask.

Silence.

He shuddered.

- "Do you... still call me that?"

You, with a broken voice:

— "My dear dreamer..."

And at that moment, he stretched out his hand - not like the Friend, the savior of the world, the manipulator - but like the boy who only wanted one thing: that you had never left.

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-This is as cruel as it is poetic. A distorted love for time and pain...He shaped you a tragic destiny just to save you in the end.

To be the only safe arm after the world hurt you - even if he himself was the one who made the world hurt you.

-Warehouse, still on the same night, 1997

He hugged you. And for the first time in years, you felt small, as before. As if time had come back.

You cried in silence, not knowing for sure why. It was as if all the weight, all the fear, all the pain of those years simply... fell aside in his arms.

- "Now everything is fine. I'm here." - he said, with the sweetest voice you remembered.

And he was.

He offered you shelter.

He took care of your bruises.

It made you laugh again, even if only a little.

And you never knew.

I never knew that the man who broke you...

That the boss who fired you...

That the chain of events that took everything from you...

It was planned by him.

Every step.

Every pain.

So that, in the end, he was the only light in his darkness.

He watched you sleep in the room he prepared for you.

With the mask resting on the small table next to it.

And whispered:

- "You'll never know..."

- "But now, you're only mine."

-The destiny he shaped for you is getting heavier with each step, even if you don't notice the hand that manipulates you behind everything. He becomes the hero who saved you from an abyss - but he is the abyss you don't see.

-A few months later, the quiet life next to him, 1998

The house he created for you was a refuge - everything was perfect, clean, without mistakes. You began to feel a lightness that you never imagined you would experience again. The world outside still seemed distant and threatening, but in there... there you felt safe.

He did everything so that you never saw the dark side. Always taking care of you, always telling you that you deserved it. That the others, those who hurt you, were responsible for your pain. But he... he was the only one who could heal.

One night, he took you to the garden, with flowers you had never seen before, exotic and fragrant flowers. The soft wind swayed the leaves while he watched her with a soft smile, almost tenderly.

- "Are you okay?" - he asked, with a low voice, but one that seemed to echo in his ears.

- "Yes... I'm happy here." - your answer, simple and sincere.

He approached and, without taking his eyes off you, gently put a white rose in your hair. The gesture so soft, so gentle, made you feel a wave of affection for him.

At that moment, you felt that he really loved you.

Or at least, you believed that.

And you didn't know.

I didn't know that he had already calculated everything: the distance from people, the problems in his work, the coldness of his ex-boyfriend who turned into a monster. He orchestrated all this for you to move away, feel vulnerable, until you fell into the only hand he wanted to extend.

The truth was that you were trapped in his labyrinth, a labyrinth of love and manipulation, where he played the hero - and at the same time, he was the only monster on the way. But for you, he was the salvation. The only person who could make sense of the pain you felt.

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-Later, in a moment of reflection, a quiet night

You, for the first time, took your old cat mask. She was hidden at the bottom of a drawer, a little yellowed by time.

The same mask you wore to approach him as a child.

"My dear dreamer..."

You looked at her, remembering the old days.

From that boy with giant dreams, now a powerful man. The mask was the last trace of his innocence. And he still used his, but in a different way.

When he entered the room, the smile on his lips, the shadow of a false sweetness in his eyes, you didn't suspect.

- "You feel at home, don't you?" - he asked, coming to you.

- "This is where you should be. This is where you finally found your place.”

You smiled, not knowing how much he was controlling even his own feelings.

And he got closer, putting a hand on his forehead.

- "You're mine. And I'll never let you go."

- "I'll always be here, protecting you. Forever."

You didn't know, but at that moment, he imprisoned you once again. The mask you held in your hands was no longer just a souvenir. She was the symbol of the silent control he had over you.

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Now, you see the truth that he would never let escape.

Every moment of pain... every tear... was calculated, it was planned. He was the architect of his suffering. But the worst: you believed that he was the only one capable of curing you.

-You're so broken... so shaped by traumas, that you believe he's the only safe place in the world.

And that... is exactly what he wanted.

-Silent house, stuffy afternoon, 1999

The house is big, full of windows... but they all have elegant bars. Disguised.

You always watch the same movies. All delicate, romantic. He chooses TV programming - he says it's to "protect his sensitivity".

You wear long, flowery dresses. Always in pastel tones. He says you look beautiful like this.

In fact, he chooses everything you use. It shows you catalogs, buy for you. And when you ask if you can use something else, he just smiles and says:

- "But you don't want to look sad again, do you?"

You agree. Of course. He's right. He's always right.

And the area of the house...

The garden gate is closed with a password.

You don't know the password.

But you don't feel like going out either.

He taught you that it's dangerous outside.

Outside is where everything went wrong.

Outside is where you lost everything.

- "In here you're safe. With me." - he whispers, whenever he sees you thoughtful looking out the window.

And little by little, your world boils down to this:

To the corridors of the house. To his hands. To his smile.

To that mask stored in a safe, which you never saw on his face again - but that you feel it's still there, even without being visible.

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-A loose thought, a difficult night

You wake up from a nightmare. Crying. Alone.

He enters the room, calm, impeccable.

- "Shhh... it was just a bad dream."

- "You're here. With me."

And when you hug him, tight, he closes his eyes. Almost like a winner.

Because you didn't run. You came to him.

And that's what he wanted from the beginning.

May the world hurt you.

May you break.

And that only he knew how to assemble the pieces.

Only him.

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The world you deserve...

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“Friend” (Tomodachi, in the Japanese original)

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R.femele (Childhood best friend)

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Part: 1

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…Childhood

- when he was still just a little boy invisible to the world

He was the strange boy in the class. Quiet, isolated, always looking from afar at the group playing.

While everyone laughed and made plans to "save the world", you were the only one who really looked at him. The only one who asked if he was okay. Who shared his snack. Who heard his daydreams about giant robots, masked heroes and a future that no one else saw seriously.

You smiled and said:

"If this whole world turns to dust, I would still choose to stay on your side."

And that's when he decided that you would be his world.

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-But then... the affection became a silent obsession.

While you saw friendship,

He saw destiny.

While you were kind to everyone,

He thought he was being betrayed.

And that's why he began to manipulate everything... subtly.

It made you get away from others, get lost in problems that only he could help solve.

He made you depend on him, emotionally.

Not because it was cruel...

But because he couldn't stand the idea of losing you.

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- Deep down, he's still that boy.

The boy who saw you as a gentle star in an empty sky.

He loves you. Not as someone loves - but as someone needs.

And he swears:

"I would never hurt you... everyone else, yes. But you? You are my salvation."

"My dear dreamer" carries both affection and tragedy. He, with all the impossible dreams, clung to these words as if they were the only place where he could breathe.

-Late Afternoon, Summer 1971

The sky was painted in shades of orange, and the grass in the field swayed slowly in the wind.

You were sitting with him, both away from the rest of the group. While the children played saving the world with stick swords and capes made of towels, he looked at the ground, drawing circles with a dry branch.

- "They never let me play with them."

You sighed, pulling him by the sleeve until his shoulders touched.

- "It's because they can't see what I see."

He turned his face, curious.

- "And what do you see?"

You smiled, your eyes filled with a rare tenderness:

- "A boy who carries an entire universe inside his head."

- "My dear dreamer."

He froze. It was the first time someone called him that.

The first time someone named their dreams - and didn't make fun of them.

And at that moment, he decided:

"If the world needs to be saved... then it will be the world it deserves. A world where she never looks at anyone else but me."

-Two lonely hearts that recognized themselves in silence - you, calm and shy, him, isolated and dreamy. And now both with masks, creating a small secret world where only you two existed.

- In the secret hiding place, behind the school - Autumn, 1972

The dry leaves slamed under your feet as you approached the old abandoned warehouse. Nobody knew, but there was the refuge of you two. It was where he could talk about his dreams, and you... where he could, finally, exist without fear.

He was already there, sitting with his knees close to his chest, wearing his mask - the first version, made of cardboard and glue. That symbol was already drawn: the eye and the hand. He thought it was an emblem of courage.

You, in silence, took the little cat mask out of your backpack. He had made it with a cream-colored cardboard, drawing thin mustaches with colored pencils.

You put her on your face with an almost ceremonial care, approaching him with a racing heart.

He looked.

You didn't say anything.

He just touched his mask to his, lightly, like an innocent little kiss.

It was your silent ritual. A gesture only from you.

A "hello", a "I missed you", a "I understand you".

And he, inside, exploded in silence.

- "You know... I'm going to build a world just for the two of us." - he said softly, his words muffled by the mask.

- "A world where no one else can touch us."

You only answered with a soft nod... and a new touch of mask. Your way of saying:

- "I believe in your world, my dear dreamer."

-The farewell between two children who only had each other - even more so when one of them was the other's safe haven. This may be the moment that defines the birth of the "Friend" as a villain: the instant when he feels that the world stole him from you.

– Train Station, End of Winter, 1973

The sky was cloudy, as if even he knew that this was the end of a small universe. You were wearing a coat and scarf, with the kitten mask hanging around your neck. His small suitcase weighed less than his heart.

He was there, standing on the platform, quiet... mask on his face.

You ran to him, with teary eyes.

- "I... I don't want to go." - his voice came out trembling, thin, as if he were going to fall apart with the wind.

He didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Because, deep down, he thought that if he was silent, you wouldn't leave.

You hugged him tightly, tightly, as if you wanted to freeze the moment.

- "I'm sorry... please... I'm sorry for leaving you."

He felt the world collapse in silence. It was as if reality was tearing right there, between his arms.

You moved your face away just a little and, with trembling hands, put on your mask.

He was still with his.

And for the last time...

He put his cat mask on his.

But this time, his gesture was desperate, sad, almost a request:

- "Don't forget me... my dear dreamer..."

The train beeped.

You went up on your back, crying.

He stayed there. Stop. Without running. Without shouting. Just... stop.

And when the train left and took you away, he still stayed there for hours, with the mask glued to his face.

And that day, alone, he whispered:

- "If the world took you away from me... then I'll take the world back."

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The beautiful obsession.

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Shamrock Figarland x R.femele.

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Part: 2

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The following days were marked by a growing disorder in Shamrock Figarland's mind. He couldn't push away the thought of that woman - "The Diamond of Tribulation". His heavenly beauty, his noble aura, everything in his appearance seemed to challenge his own understanding of the order he cherished, and at the same time, fascinated him like never before.

As he spent more time observing the poster and reflecting on the reports that emerged about her, a silent obsession formed in his chest. Shamrock felt that there was something more, something deep, behind that woman. She couldn't be just a pirate - there was something divine about her. Something that he could not immediately identify, but that he was now starting to look for.

It was then that, in one of his moments of thorough study about the woman's past, he found information hidden in an old government archive, much deeper than any pirate or wanted report. The connection of "Horus", the surname he had never heard before.

Horus... The name reverberated in his mind. He knew what it meant.

It was an ancient lineage, a family of celestial dragons. In the most secret books and legends that were barely mentioned, the Horus family was known to be one of the most powerful and venerated - but also for the tragedy that surrounded it. She had been exterminated, destroyed by pirates, in a cruel massacre that sealed the end of her lineage. Everyone had been killed.

Even her. The woman he now knew as "The Diamond of Tribulation". The only survivor of a massacre that had occurred years ago. The weight of this discovery hit him like an overwhelming wave.

Shamrock felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was in front of a woman who belonged to royalty, but also to a past of tragedy. A survivor of a heavenly race, marked by the death of her family, now living next to Shanks. He wondered how she had managed to survive, how she had become the woman who now dominated his thoughts.

Now, with this revelation, Shamrock's goal was clear: he could no longer ignore his obsession. He felt that she was destined for something bigger, something he could help her achieve, if only she was by his side.

Fate had crossed them, and now, he began to plan. He would need to conquer that woman, because, deep down, he knew that she was more than anything he had ever known. She was the last heiress of a heavenly lineage, and Shamrock, in his mind, believed that she should be with someone of her lineage, someone who could help her restore her honor. Someone like him.

He looked at the poster once again, his mind full of plans. He began to change things around him, remodeling his own world to accommodate her, to make him worthy of the presence of such a powerful and rare woman. But the bitter truth was that he had a difficult task ahead of him - she was with Shanks, and Shanks was a pirate, a man he considered as an affront to the Celestials. That, however, would not be an obstacle. He had other ways to achieve his goals.

Shamrock smiled coldly, his eyes narrowing with an intense glow of determination. He knew what he should do. Nothing and no one would stop her from being yours.

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How the crew’s diamond can be imagined:

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The beautiful obsession.

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Shamrock Figarland x R.femele.

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Part: 1

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Shamrock Figarland, commander of the Knights of God and member of a powerful noble heavenly family, becomes obsessed with “The Diamond of the Tribulation”, a pirate known for her impressive beauty and skills, who navigates alongside the infamous Shanks the Redhead. After seeing his wanted poster, he is impressed by the woman, whose noble and heavenly appearance leaves him fascinated.

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Shamrock Figarland's fingers slowly slid through the yellowish paper of the wanted poster. His sharp eyes examined every detail of the portrait in front of him. The reward was high, but what really caught his attention were not the astronomical numbers or the crimes listed, but the woman's face in the illustration.

She was... stunning. His name echoed in the legends of the sea: "The Diamond of Tribulation", a pirate who sailed alongside the infamous Shanks, the Redhead.

His eyes shone like sapphires stuck in the veil of the night, deep and enigmatic. Her long and silky hair fell like golden cascades, illuminated by the sun, framing a face with such refined features that it could belong to a goddess. Her light skin, elegant bearing and subtle gestures that even showed in the poster design gave her an almost heavenly aura.

She looked like a noblewoman, a woman born to reign, and not to wander the sea next to pirates.

A nuisance took over Shamrock. He, a Figarland, commander of the Knights of God, should not feel such attraction. Not for a criminal. And, worse, not for your fallen brother's wife.

- Shanks' wife...? - His voice sounded almost like a whisper.

The shock settled in his chest like an invisible blow. How could such a rare jewel belong to someone like him? A pirate, a traitor to heavenly blood?

His eyes returned to the poster, but now he saw something beyond the image. He imagined her in Mary Geoise, wearing white silk, walking through the sacred corridors like a queen by her side. He wanted her there, where, according to him, was his true place.

For a moment, the blood of the Figarland lineage spoke louder.

- This woman shouldn't be with him.

But fate had already sealed his way. She belonged to Shanks.

And Shamrock Figarland could never touch her.

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How the crew’s diamond can be imagined:

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Love between monsters.

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Kaito x R.femele

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OC: Yasha

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Kaito:🟠

Yasha:🟢

Words or phrases of love and affection:🩷

Promise is confirmation:🟣

Sad and painful words:🔵

Words of anger and fury:🔴

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Although there is no definitive confirmation, many fans speculate that Kaido may be a descendant of a race of onis or supernatural beings who possess superior abilities. This may include resistance to death, great longevity and unusual physical power, characteristics that Kaido exhibits in an impressive way. The possibility of Kaido being an oni explains many of his abilities and his monstrous behavior.

Kaido comes from an unknown nation, and little is known about his childhood, but it was suggested that he was an orphan from a very young age. During his childhood, Kaido was captured by the World Government and used as an experiment, which deeply marked his character. He was forced to fight and survive in a brutal environment, which made him an extremely resistant and strong figure from an early age.

Kaido's childhood was marked by suffering, abuse and an incessant search for power. He grew up in a brutal environment, where survival was the only thing that mattered, and this shaped his worldview and his desire to bring chaos and destruction. His development as such a formidable figure, in addition to his suicide attempts and his supernatural resistance, made him one of the most complex and powerful villains

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Everything changed when I met you......

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-Shadows and Voices-

The smell of iron and moisture impregnated the air of the underground prison. Chains creaked and the moans of prisoners in the distance mixed with the sound of dripping drips on the cold floor. In the dark, Kaido's eyes were used to seeing nothing but darkness. He didn't know how long he had been there, but he knew he wasn't alone.

"Are you awake?" The voice was soft, but it carried a hidden force.

Kaido narrowed his eyes, leaning against the stone wall that separated his cell from that of his neighbor. He didn't know her name, but he knew she was always there.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice hoarse and suspicious.

"Someone like you, I think."

Kaido frowned. "Like me?"

"A beast trapped in a cage."

He let out a bored sigh. "I know I'm strong. I know I'm different. But what about you? Are you strong?"

Her laugh was low, almost a whisper. "Maybe. Or maybe I've only survived until now."

The silence dragged on for a while. Kaido felt a strange curiosity. She didn't sound scared, nor desperate, like the other prisoners.

Then, one day, everything changed.

A glimpse

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. Grunts of guards. Harsh voices.

"Get up, monster."

Kaido leaned forward, listening carefully. Chains dragged on the floor, and then he heard a different sound. Small muffled screams. Fight.

"Let me walk alone, you trash."

The voice was hers.

Kaido got up, going to the bars. And then, for a moment, in the faint light of the torches, he saw her.

His hair was a beetle green tone, contrasting with his warm sandrift tan skin. His eyes, of a Clay Creek yellow, shone like molten gold. But what caught her attention were the horns on her forehead—or rather, what was left of them. They were sawen, left only as small stungs, as if someone wanted to deny something that was part of it.

Kaido's eyes widened.

She was like him.

But before she could say anything, the guards dragged her away.

He spent the rest of the day standing, staring at the wall, waiting for her to come back.

Unanswered Questions

When she was finally thrown back into the cell, Kaido wasted no time.

"Who are you?"

She moaned, rubbing her sore shoulder. "A prisoner."

"That's not what I want to know."

He pressed his hands against the cold wall between them. "Your horns... are you an oni?"

Silence.

“That’s me then " His voice was full of something Kaido had never felt before—expectation.

She sighed. "I don't know. All I know is that I was born like this. If that makes me an oni, then maybe it's what I am."

Kaido was restless. For the first time, there was someone who could understand. Someone like him.

And so, he started talking. About everything I knew. About what he thought were the onis—creatures of strength, of war, of freedom. He told about the stories he had heard as a child, about how the onis were feared and hunted, about how the world saw their existence as a curse.

She listened in silence, sometimes making small comments. Sometimes disagreeing. But always listening.

With each passing day, Kaido waited anxiously to continue the conversation. To hear your voice.

He had never cared about anyone in there. But now...

He wanted to see her again.

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Continue………

Yasha Inspiration-Child of Kamiari Month: Yato

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My butterfly.

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Part 3:

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Imu—sama will be portrayed as a man here!

His personality will be portrayed by the little I

know about him!

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Imu-sama x R.femele.

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Imu-sama:🔴

You:🔵

Words or phrases of love and affection:🩷

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He'll probably just call you my butterfly or just a butterfly.

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-Nefertari D. Lili.-

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What He Never Found in Nefertari D. Lili.

The dim light of the candles shattered in the dark hall. I was sitting in front of him, the man who controlled the world, the one who never showed emotions. But that night, there was something different in his eyes.

- Do you know why I could never forgive Nefertari D. Lili?

The question broke the heavy silence between us. I knew the story—she was the only one among the twenty founders of the World Government who refused to remain in Mary Geoise. The only one who betrayed the pact, who disappeared, taking with her a secret that he never managed to recover.

- Why did she challenge you?

He let out a low, almost bitter laugh.

- Because she abandoned me.

My eyes widened slightly. He had never spoken that way about the queen of the past. Everyone believed that he hated her only for her betrayal. But now, looking at him, I saw something deeper.

- Did you... love Lili?

He stared at me for a long moment before answering.

- I believed so.

His gloved hand slid over the table until it reached mine. His touch was always cold, but there, at that moment, there was an unusual hesitation.

- But what I felt for her was never like what I feel for you.

My heart tightened.

- And what's the difference?

He leaned over, his voice low, almost a whisper against my skin.

- She tried to run away from me. You... always come back.

There was a heavy silence before he continued.

- Lili was a bird that wanted to fly free. You are a butterfly that chose to land on my hand.

And for the first time, Imu didn't speak like a king. He spoke like a man who had spent centuries waiting for something he never found in Nefertari D. Lili... but who found in me.

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The Ghost of Nefertari D. Lili.

The night was silent in the great library of Pangea. The shelves held centuries of history, but there was a book in front of me that seemed untouchable—a forbidden record.

I felt your presence even before he spoke.

- Reading about her?

Imu walked slowly to me, his mantle brushing the marble floor. I didn't need to answer. He already knew.

- You hid her story from everyone. But not from me.

He was silent for a moment, watching the open book on the table. The records of Nefertari D. Lili were scarce, fragmented... but the pain he carried when talking about her was real.

- She promised to stay.

My breathing failed. I had never heard him say that.

- But she left.

Imu closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, his expression was gloomy.

- She betrayed me in the worst way. It wasn't just a rebellion. It wasn't just the refusal to reign by my side. She chose to leave everything behind, knowing that I would never accept this.

- Was she afraid of you?

He looked at me for a long moment before answering.

- She was afraid of getting lost in me.

I was silent.

Then, his hand touched my face, a cold gesture, but full of meaning.

- But you're already lost.

He leaned over, and for a moment, I felt that I could be devoured by that darkness.

- And doesn't want to be saved.

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Nefertari Chose To Leave... I Chose To Stay.

Mary Geoise was immersed in the morning fog. From the top of the balcony, we could see the world below, an empire built on secrets and lies.

Imu was next to me, watching the horizon.

- If you were her, would you have run away too?

The question took me by surprise. He had never compared the two of us so directly.

- I don't know. But I know that if I decided to leave... you wouldn't leave me.

His red eyes shone in the tim light.

- You're right.

He turned to me, his expression serious, intense.

- I gave Lili the chance to stay. I begged her to choose this throne next to me. But she refused him. She refused me.

He held my chin gently, but his voice was loaded with absolute certainty.

- You didn't do that. You didn't deny me. And that's why, as long as I exist, you'll never leave this place.

My heart beat hard.

- Would you arrest me here?

He smiled from the corner, but there was no humor in his eyes.

- I've already arrested. Not with chains. But with something much more powerful.

My breath was stuck when he leaned over to whisper against my lips:

- I arrested you with the desire to stay.

And, at that moment, I realized that he was right.

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🦋Continue……..

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My butterfly.

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Part 2:

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Imu—sama will be portrayed as a man here!

His personality will be portrayed by the little I

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Imu-sama x R.femele

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Imu-sama:🔴

You:🔵

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He'll probably just call you my butterfly or just a butterfly.

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-Moments with him-

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The Forbidden Touch.

The night was silent in the corridors of Pangea's castle. I knew I shouldn't be there, so close to the empty throne room, but something pulled me to that place—or rather, to him.

When I approached the door, I felt his presence before I even saw him.

- My butterfly... always so daring.

His voice echoed softly, and before I could react, I felt his cold fingers touch the back of my neck, a chill running down my spine.

- You say that as if you didn't like it.

He laughed low, a rare sound, almost dangerous. His arms wrapped around me from behind, and I felt the weight of his existence pulling me into his world.

- Maybe I like it too much. And that's the problem.

I turned to face him, and for a moment, there was no power, there was no king, there was no ruler of the world—just a man whose desire was a weakness that he could never admit.

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The Kiss Marked by Blood.

The wind carried the smell of destruction. The city below us burned, a reminder of the power he had at his command. I should feel horrified, but all I felt was his gaze on me.

- Do you fear what I am?

Imu approached, the fire reflecting in his red eyes.

- I'm afraid that one day I won't care what you do anymore.

He smiled sideways, a dark and satisfied smile.

- So it's too late.

His lips touched mine, a deep and possessive kiss, while the world burned around us.

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Between Life and Death.

The dagger was in my hand. I could feel his gaze on me, waiting.

- If you want to destroy me, now is your chance.

His words were cold, but there was something else there. A challenge. A wish.

I pressed the blade against his pale skin, right on his heart. He didn't move.

- I could do that.

He held my hand, his fingers closing around mine, without moving it away.

- But it won't. Because you belong to me as much as I belong to you.

The knife fell on the floor. And instead of blood, all that remained between us was the undeniable truth: we would never get rid of each other.

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One Last Look.

The war was approaching. I knew that, sooner or later, everything would come to an end. But that night, under the starry sky, it was just the two of us.

- If I lose, will you forget me?

I looked at him, at that man the world never really knew.

- Never.

He held my face, his eyes hiding something that no one would ever see—fear. Not to lose the throne, but to lose me.

- So, remember me like this. Not like a king. Just like a man.

And I knew that, no matter what happened, Imu would always live in me.

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The Oath Under the Moon.

The night was cold at the top of Mary Geoise, where the city slept below us, unaware of the truth. Imu was by my side, his tall and imposing silhouette, the crown of thorns projecting shadows under the moonlight.

- What do you see when you look at me? - He asked, without staring at me.

I could have said "the ruler of the world", "the most feared man in history", or even "the monster that controls everything in the shadows". But no.

- I see someone who doesn't want to be alone.

His gaze, intense and cutting, turned to me. The silence extended between us, until he approached, his cold hands holding mine.

- What if I swore I would never let you go?

My heart beat hard.

- So I would answer that I never wanted to run away.

His thumb slid over my skin, a soft, intimate gesture.

- My butterfly... so fly with me to the end.

And there, under the moon, without witnesses or formal promises, an oath was sealed.

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The First and Only "I Love You".

I knew he never uttered words without purpose. For Imu, love was a weakness, a foolish concept for those who did not understand the true weight of power.

But that night, everything changed.

I was lying next to him, the silk sheets scattered on the floor, as if the night had been a battlefield between us. He watched me, his red eyes looking softer, almost human.

- You'll never say, will you? - I whispered, my hand tracing the contours of his face.

His gaze deepened, and for a moment, there seemed to be a fight inside him. Something that not even the ruler of the world could control.

Then, his voice came, hoarse and sincere.

- I love you.

The confession was so unexpected that my chest tightened. I knew he had never said that to anyone. That maybe I would never say it again.

I hugged him, feeling the coldness of his skin warm up against mine.

- Say it again.

He sighed, burying his face in my neck.

- My butterfly... don't ask me to repeat what I've already delivered once.

But at that moment, I knew. Even without words, I was the only one capable of breaking his mask.

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When He Lost Control.

The room was destroyed. The table turned, the torn scrolls, the fallen candles, spreading melted wax on the black floor. I've never seen him like this before.

I stood at the door, watching him breathe heavily, his hands trembling next to his body. He, who never showed weakness, was on the verge of collapse.

- They dare to challenge me.

His voice was a deadly whisper. The murderous look, the clenched fists. But when he saw me there, his expression changed.

- Get out.

But I didn't move.

- Get out! - He roared, a flash of despair in his fury.

Instead of retreating, I approached. Slowly, without fear.

- Imu...

His shoulders tensed when my fingers touched his face. He could destroy kingdoms, but he couldn't get away.

- You don't need to carry everything by yourself.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as if fighting against himself.

Then, his arms pulled me to him, with strength, despair. His face hid against my shoulder, his breath heavy on my skin.

And that's how I saw Imu not as a god, not as a monster, but as a man on the edge of the abyss.

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The End of the World.

The sea roared in the distance. The war had begun.

I was next to him, at the top of the fortress, while the enemies advanced. The world he had ruled for centuries was fragmenting before his eyes.

But he didn't seem scared. Just... calm.

- If this is the end, will you hate me?

I held his hand, without hesitation.

- No. Because I chose to be here.

He let out a low, almost melancholic laugh.

- Then I'll die knowing that I was loved, at least once.

The war could be around us. But between us, there was only one last moment of peace.

And then, he turned to me, holding my face with the tenderness that no one would ever believe he possessed.

- My butterfly, dance with me one last time.

And while the world was falling apart, we danced.

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My butterfly.

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Imu—sama will be portrayed as a man here!

His personality will be portrayed by the little I know about him!

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Imu-sama x R.femele (wife)

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Imu-sama:🔴

You:🔵

Words or phrases of love and affection:🩷

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He'll probably just call you my butterfly or just a butterfly.

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The immense castle of Pangea was silent at night, its endless corridors bathed by the pale light of the moon. In the heart of the structure, inside a luxuriously decorated chamber, I was sitting next to Imu, the hidden ruler of the world.

His eyes, deep and unattainable, watched me from the darkness under the thorny crown he always wore. Despite the cold silence that usually surrounded him, at that moment, his voice cut the air with unusual softness.

- My butterfly, you seem distant tonight.

The title made me smile slightly. It was a nickname that he rarely used, reserved for moments of intimacy, when his absolute authority was undone, even if for a few moments.

- Just thinking, my lord - I replied, turning to face him.

He approached, the long mantles sliding on the floor, enveloping us in a dense shadow. His gloved hand landed on my face, cold as the marble of the throne he occupied.

- Tell me what disturbs your mind.

There were many questions I could ask. About the Lost Century, about the truth of the world, about the weight it carried. But, at that moment, only one mattered.

- Do you feel afraid, Imu?

A loaded silence filled the space between us before he let out a slight sigh.

- Fear is for those who don't control their destiny.

His words were firm, but his gaze—for a brief moment—seemed to hesitate. As if, perhaps, even the hidden king of the world could fear something that not even he could control.

And I asked myself: was I a butterfly that he admired... or one that he feared letting out?

-Moments with him-

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Forbidden Garden.

The secret garden inside Pangea was a place that few knew. Black roses bloomed under the cold light of the moon, and the air had a slightly sweet, almost hypnotic scent. I was there, sitting on a marble bench, feeling the icy wind touch my skin, when I heard silent steps behind me.

- You always come here when you want to run away from something.

Imu's voice was soft, but carried an inescapable weight. He sat next to me, the long mantle flowing like shadows around us.

- Maybe I just like the tranquility. - I replied, looking at him.

- So I'm the one who disturbs this peace?

His red eyes reflected the moon, and for a moment, I saw in them something that no one would ever see—vulnerability. As if, for a second, the absolute ruler of the world wanted to be just a presence by my side, and not a hidden king.

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The Kiss in the Darkness.

The flames of the candles oscillated in the secret chamber, casting shadows on the stone walls. We were close, much more than we should be.

- The whole world can bend to me, but you... you never bow, do you? - His voice was low, almost a whisper.

- I belong to myself, Imu. - My answer was firm, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

There was something between us that could never be appointed. Something more dangerous than any secret of the World Government. His face leaned, his cold hand touched my warm skin, and then his lips met mine—a silent kiss, stolen from the darkness.

It was a mistake. But none of us moved away.

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On The Empty Throne.

He was sitting on the throne that, for the world, should always be unoccupied. The Five Ancients had left, and I was the only one to stay.

- Come. - He reached out to me.

I hesitated. That place was a symbol of absolute power, something that no one but him should touch. But, still, I approached, feeling his penetrating gaze.

When my hands met his, he squeezed them tightly—as if keeping me there was the only real thing in the midst of all the illusion he had built.

- If the world knew that I share this throne with you...

- What would happen? - I asked, defiant.

He just smiled sideways, bringing me closer.

- So maybe the world needs a new order.

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Dance in the Shadows.

The large black marble room was silent, lit only by trembling candles. The cold wind whispered through the corridors of Pangea's castle, but there, in the center of darkness, there were only the two of us.

- Have you ever danced before, my butterfly? - Imu asked, extending his hand to me.

- I've never had someone to guide my steps.

He smiled slightly, a rare gesture. His cold fingers held my hand, gently pulling me close. No music, no witnesses, just the sound of the fabric of our clothes rubbing while he led me. His movements were elegant, precise, as if even in something as simple as a dance, he needed to have absolute control.

But when I looked at him, I saw something different in his eyes—a spark of desire, maybe a moment of weakness.

- Maybe it's you who's guiding me tonight.

And in that silent dance, in the heart of absolute power, the hidden king of the world seemed, for an instant, just a man.

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The Hidden Side of Imu.

The storm roared outside, thunder echoing through the castle. I was in his rooms, a place that no one ever dared to enter. The room was big, but strangely empty. No extravagant decoration, no symbol of power. Just shadows and secrets.

He was standing, with his back to me, watching the rain hit the glass.

- Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if all this disappeared. If I wasn't Imu, if the world didn't belong to me.

The confession was unexpected.

- And who would you be?

He turned slowly, his red eyes shining in the gloom.

- Someone who could love you without having to hide.

There was a heavy silence between us. I knew what that moment meant, the risk of hearing such words from someone like him.

- You already love me, Imu. You just can't admit it.

His lips curled into a half-dark smile, before he approached.

- And you like the danger it brings.

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The Last Secret.

The sun was setting, dyeing the skies red over Mary Geoise. I was next to him, at the top of the fortress, watching the world below us.

- If I fell, what would you do? - Imu asked, without looking away from the landscape.

The question was strange. A supreme king should not fear the fall.

- I would fall with you.

He turned to me, his expression finally showing something that no one would ever see: doubt.

- Would you abandon everything for me?

I approached, touching his cold face.

- Don't you notice? I'm already stuck with you. There is no turning back.

He sighed, holding my hand.

- So, my butterfly, I hope you never regret flying so close to the flame.

And there, between the light of sunset and the shadows of her empire, I knew that I was condemned to him.

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The Meeting of Minds.

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-Aunt scientist of Senku-

(OC-seiko)

Part 2:

Seiko and Gen advanced quickly through the underground tunnels, the smoke still dissipating behind them. The mentalist still had his heart racing, but he did not miss the opportunity to release a witty comment.

- I have to admit, Seiko-chan, you made a phenomenal entrance! But run away from Xeno like that? Uuuh, he's definitely intrigued.

Seiko smiled from the corner, without slowing down.

- He gets used to it.

As soon as they left enemy territory, Seiko slowed down and checked Gen.'s state. His wrists were marked by the ties, but nothing serious. She took a small bottle from her pocket, pouring a soothing liquid over the wounds.

- Wow, a real apothecary. - Gen joked.

Seiko just rolled her eyes before they continued the escape.

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-Days Later-

Seiko knew that Xeno wouldn't be quiet after that. She had studied his mind even before meeting him in person. He wasn't a man who left unfinished business, especially when someone surprised him.

So, he wasn't surprised when he received an unusual message.

When he returned to his improvised camp, a small note was stuck in one of his supply boxes. The paper had a fine finish, the refined and precise calligraphy.

"Seiko.

Running away without a proper farewell doesn't suit someone of your level.

I suggest a more... civilized date.

I have a proposal that may interest you.

Location: Old observatory, at sunset.

- Xeno Houston Wingfield"

Seiko read the message a few times. A date? Civilized? This could be a trap, but Xeno wasn't so predictable. He wouldn't attack her directly. If it were, it would be a mental dispute, a game of strategy and influence.

And she loved a good challenge.

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The sunset dyed the sky orange and gold tones when Seiko arrived at the old abandoned observatory. The ruins of the place still preserved its stalence, even covered by time.

Xeno was already there, sitting on a makeshift table. His calm and analytical look swept Seiko's figure when she appeared.

- I'm glad you came.

- If I didn't come, you would try another method to attract me. - Seiko replied with a slight smile.

Xeno gestured to a chair on the other side of the table.

- Please, sit down.

Seiko analyzed the scene before settling in. On the table, there was a small chess game assembled, the pieces already positioned for the beginning of a match.

She raised an eyebrow.

- Do you plan to test me?

Xeno smiled.

- Testing would be disrespectful. I would say it's more... a way to keep our conversation interesting.

Seiko took the first pawn and moved it on the board.

- So let's get straight to the point. What do you want from me, Xeno?

The scientist rested his chin on his crossed hands.

- I want to understand you.

Seiko kept her gaze fixed on his.

- And what exactly do you want to understand?

Xeno moved his piece calmly.

- You're an interesting anomaly. His mind shines as much as Senku's, but his pragmatism is much sharper. You have skills that go beyond theoretical science. Medicine, pharmacy, engineering... You don't just create, you take care, something that is missing in many brilliant minds.

Seiko laughed softly.

- Are you trying to praise me to convince me of something?

Xeno tilted his head slightly.

- I'm just exposing facts.

She made another move on the board.

- And what is your proposal?

Xeno intertwined his fingers.

- Work with me.

The silence between them was cutting.

Seiko laughed softly, without breaking eye contact.

- Do you really want to try to recruit me to your side?

- It's a waste to have you against me.

Seiko sighed, taking a piece from the board and turning it between her fingers.

- You and Senku have a common problem.

- And what would it be?

- To think that they are always one step ahead of others.

Xeno laughed, genuinely amused.

- So you would refuse without even considering?

Seiko looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

- I never said that.

Xeno arched an eyebrow, intrigued.

Seiko got up, leaving the chess game unfinished.

- Do you want to understand me, Xeno? Good luck.

She began to move away, but before disappearing, she cast a last look over her shoulder.

- We'll see each other again.

Xeno watched as she walked away, a smile slowly appearing on her lips.

- Yes... we'll definitely see each other.

And so, the match between them just began.

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The Meeting of Minds.

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-Aunt scientist of Senku-

(OC-seiko)

Part 1:

It was heavy inside Xeno Houston Wingfield's underground hiding place. The dim light of the lamps cast shadows on the stone walls, illuminating the serious faces of the soldiers under his command. In the center of the enclosure, attached to a chair and tied firmly, was Gen Asagiri.

Despite the unfavorable situation, the mentalist still maintained his characteristic smile, although his eyes showed a slight discomfort.

- Ugh... this is too tight. - He complained, twisting his wrists inside the ties. - If you want a civilized conversation, Xeno, tying up your guest is not the best way to start.

Xeno, who was calmly reviewing some notes about the rocket project, looked up at Gen, but before he could answer, something changed in the environment.

A sound.

Low. Quick. I need it.

Stanley, who was next to Xeno, raised the gun in an instant, his sharp senses detecting the subtle movement coming from the corridor. But before he could react completely, one of the guards fell to the ground with a deaf thud.

Xeno narrowed his eyes. This was not a common attack.

The other soldiers took out their improvised weapons, but then, before they could do anything, a figure emerged from the darkness, moving with surgical precision.

It was a woman.

His hair was identical to Senku Ishigami's, but it was stuck in two forward braids, framing his face impeccably. His eyes, of the same golden hue, shone in the light of the lamp with an analytical intensity.

She wore practical clothes for exploration and fieldwork, and the posture indicated that she was not a simple adventurer - every step she took was calculated, efficient.

Gen blinked when he saw her.

- Oh, finally, my savior arrives!

Xeno kept his expression neutral, but his mind was working at a thousand per hour.

- You must be Seiko. - He said, already deducing her identity.

She smiled slightly, without taking her eyes off him.

- And you must be Xeno Houston Wingfield.

The scientist crossed his arms, evaluating her.

- A woman of multiple specialties, they say. Scientist, engineer, mathematician, apothecary and also with practice in medicine. It seems too good to be true.

- For a man who built a civilization from scratch, you should be more used to dealing with prodigies. - Seiko countered, taking another step forward.

Stanley kept the gun pointed at her, but Xeno raised a hand, signaling him to wait.

- Did you come alone? - He asked, intrigued.

Seiko tilted her head slightly.

- Are you implying that I would need an army to get Gen out of here?

Xeno let out a soft laugh.

- Interesting.

It was the only warning he gave before moving forward.

Seiko noticed his movement at the same moment. Xeno was not only a scientist - his brilliant mind was also accompanied by an impressive physical capacity. He tried to grab her wrist to immobilize her, but Seiko already foresaw this movement and deviated, turning her body with agility.

Her counterattack was accurate. With a slight movement, he pressed a specific point on Xeno's arm, causing an involuntary reflex that made him let go of his attempt to grab her.

Stanley finally shot, but Seiko had already pulled Gen away, dodging the shots with an agile jump.

Xeno massaged his arm lightly, still feeling the impact of the pressure. He looked at Seiko with a curious glow in his eyes.

- You're not just theory. You know how to apply it in practice.

- It would be shameful to depend only on words when you live in a world without advanced technology. - She replied, already positioning herself near the exit.

Gen waved to Xeno with an amused smile.

- It was a lovely visit, but I think I prefer my freedom.

Before they could stop them, Seiko launched a small explosion of smoke - a chemical trick he created with apothecary herbs and minerals available in nature. The dense smoke filled the place, making everyone cough and lose their sight for a few seconds.

When the fog dissipated, Seiko and Gen had disappeared.

Stanley lowered the gun, grumbling.

- That was humiliating.

Xeno, however, didn't seem frustrated. On the contrary.

He looked at the point where Seiko had been moments before, a small smile appearing on his lips.

- Fascinating...

Stanley stared at him, skeptical.

- Don't tell me you liked her.

Xeno just adjusted his gloves and went back to his table.

- I would say it was a first impression... thought-provoking.

He knew that wouldn't be his last date with Seiko. And next time, I would be even more prepared to face her.

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