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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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Karma cleared her throat delicately, "Your culinary skills seem as impeccable as ever, Mrs... This soup is truly divine."
Hiro's mother turned her attention to Karma, a quick glint of curiosity in her eyes. "I'm delighted you enjoy it! But wouldn't it be more convenient to remove your mask while eating?"
Karma hesitated, then swallowed uncomfortably, "I'd prefer not to. The Anbu have strict regulations regarding our masks. It's not a big inconvenience, really. Please don't worry about me."
Hiro's father interjected, "As a commander, aren't you in a position to amend those rules? It's just us at home, and we've taken precautions to ensure your privacy."
Karma fidgeted with her collar, then relented, "Perhaps removing it wouldn't hurt. I doubt anyone would know."
Hiro's mother clapped her hands gleefully, "Wonderful! It's been ages since I've seen your beautiful face! Your father was always so adamant about concealing it..."
Karma chuckled nervously, slowly lifting her mask from her face. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself this small indulgence, without replacing it with another barrier.
