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"…Direct hit…"
My expression remained flat.
In front of me—
stood a man.
His expression was just as flat.
The pillow dropped softly between us.
The man was young.
His hair was wet.
Water dripped from the ends of it.
His clothes were soaked too.
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"…Itsuki."
He held out a hand.
"How have you been."
I looked at his hand for a second.
Then I shook it.
"Hey, Ren."
"…I'm doing fine."
I paused.
"…What about you."
Ren gave a light chuckle.
"Haha… see for yourself."
He lifted his arms slightly.
Water dripped onto the floor.
"…Soaking wet."
I opened the door wider.
"Come in."
"Yeah… thanks."
Ren stepped inside.
His steps were careful.
His shoes left a trail of water.
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Behind me—
Yuna was still standing there.
The witch hat still on her head.
The wand still in her hand.
She looked at Ren.
Then she looked at me.
Without a word—
she moved fast.
Taking off the hat.
Taking off the robe.
Stuffing them back into the box.
