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Even though the temperature in the shed was not much different from the field's, Niikura could honestly say that he had never been more grateful for a roof in his life. He turned on his flashlight as he went in, shivering in the cold air, and briefly resting his sword against a wall so that he could try to rub some feeling back into his arms. After several failed attempts, they had finally made it...and nothing had tried to kill them the moment they had entered. Sounded like a small victory to him.
"Well? See anything?" He looked back toward Mike and Shiina. "Lookin' for bats, right?" Water was dripping into his eyes...he swiped the back of his hand across them and then shook his head, sending droplets flying everywhere, before resuming his flashlight search. "Looks like they've got wooden ones and metal ones, so take your pick."