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Dudebot5000
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IC:
It was now six years to the day of the attack, and Kenji couldn't feel anymore melancholic. He was now sitting in a tree branch, thinking back. Ever since that day, he had been training. He had gotten bigger and stronger, and his sword skills increased exponentially. He was still no good at hand-to-hand combat, but as long as he had the katana he had received so long ago, he could get himself out of most scrapes. His only regret was that he failed to get the phone numbers or e-mail addresses of his friends Hikari-kun, Rakoua-kun, and Javic-kun. Chances are that he wouldn't see them again. For all he knew, they could have been attacked by Chaos Hunters.
Chaos Hunters. They never left his mind for long. They were the reason he had been training all these years. They were the reason he always carried his katana with him, concealed. When the day came that he would meet them again, he would be ready.
Despite this, he still wondered to this day what became of Eleanor-chan and Haven-chan. At the end of the fight six years ago they had been abducted by the hunters. Were they killed? Were they taken into their ranks? The latter seamed more likely.
A beep went off. Kenji looked at his new wristwatch. 5:30. Dinnertime. Kenji jumped out of the tree and walked into his house. He never noticed the lens of the binoculars staring down at him from nearby Mount Fuji.
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