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❝I'm going home.❞
❝Dude, we're literally in the middle of a war.❞
In a world where an unbothered and overpowered little nine-year-old girl, hidden behind a mask, embarks on daring journeys alongside her sel...
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After doggedly tracing Mr. Nakajima's footsteps, Karma's pursuit led her to an abrupt halt outside a tavern. The man had the aura of a drinker about him, and that fact, she thought, might just lead to his undoing.
In her experience, bars were rarely hospitable to children, and she often faced unwelcome attitudes. However, her mission led her to ignore the stares of disapproval as she entered the establishment. Karma confidently made her way to the bar counter, took a seat on a stool, and signaled for the bartender's attention.
The bartender was an imposing figure, tall and robust, with an air about him that suggested he might have been a ninja himself. His eyes lit up with recognition upon seeing Karma.
"Oh wow! I know you! I have your ninja card! How can I help you today?!" he exclaimed with genuine excitement.
'Guess people know about me in these parts,' Karma mused internally as she retrieved a wanted poster from her bag. She handed the poster to the bartender, its ominous bounty clearly stated.
The prize figure of "100,000" was emblazoned in bold at the bottom of the page. She cut right to the chase, inquiring, "Have you seen this man come in here?"
