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Send me âIâŠâ and I will randomly generate a number from 1-31 of what words your muse will say to mine and show you my museâs reaction.
     [  çšćżæŁ  ]  There was the sound of a blade being pulled from its sheath before it was quickly returned to its home. An oni scrambles away with his tail between his legs, terrified of the silence that came. Another one remains, perhaps paralyzed with the same fear or just speechless of her rescue.
     This was not the first time these two had ran into each other.
     The ârelationshipâ between the bodyguard and the idol was rather rocky from the start. His foreboding silence and her easily frightened nature did not allow the two to really have much conversation before the idol would be nothing but fits of stutters and the samurai already departing to his next destination. The first they met was when he had helped her. The second was when he warned her. The third was when he was told by his superior to keep an eye on her during some silly goldfish festival.
     The flames of the cut lantern was smothered temporary, before the sparks would give rise to newer ones as the paper begun to crack under the heat. His form was now illuminated from the new light source.
      â I⊠I donât understand. â She started, but once again he would begin to walk away. Not that he was stalking her at all, as he was still technically her bodyguard. It was most likely that Hozuki would prefer to have nothing horrible happen to his Goldfish Ambassador.Â
     â You donât need to. â