[a soft inhale. The shing of gold and sound of sheets moving followed by a very long pause]
What . . . is this place.
(Changed my mind. Say hello to Nahba guys. Any sign, scent, taste, feel, anything that anyone could use to sense him is gone. Lied again. Sense the Ichibi spirit was always inside of him there is the tiniest hint of
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Hey, didn't you use to be different, Messer Shukaku?
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Who?
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[go, incoherent stupid kid.]
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You're a slightly endearing child.
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Your name?
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