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I was so busy reading Tsuki ga Michibiku I forgot to work on this.

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This is all MTL.

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My name is Wayne.

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My name is Wayne Kimball.

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I am a sergeant.

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You might call me sergeant, but this is the lowest ranks among the aristocrats.

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I volunteered for the army, joined the Royal Army, and met a man.

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His name was Patrick, and he was a nobleman, just like me.

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He had unusual dark hair and dark eyes, with an ordinary face that could be seen anywhere, and a slender build, about 168CM tall, the guy who seemed to be everywhere, but he was anything but ordinary.

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First of all, it’s hard to spot him.

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His presence is not just thin, it’s almost non-existent.

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On top of that, he’s in a place where he’s hiding from people, and that’s not good.

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When I go to the cafeteria, I’m in the middle of a place that’s not crowded or empty, where I’m eating my food, and even though I manage to recognize the fact that there are people there, I can’t recognize that it is Patrick.

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If I try to go into the woods, I can hear his voice, but I don’t know where he is, and sometimes he’s right next to me, and plenty of times I’ve thought my heart would stop.

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Martial arts in moderation.

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Even in training, he is only slightly more decent than the average soldier, but when it comes to fighting demons, his best shot? I mean, he is a man who works in a brilliant way.

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I owe it to Patrick to be friends with a man like that, to have seen real combat and to have saved my life.

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If he hadn’t made a crack at it, I’d be in the afterlife.

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I’m not gonna let him beat me to it. And I hope I’m getting a little better at it, because I’m starting to train myself harder.

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I mean, where did he go?

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He was behind that tree again…

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