And at last the long awaited day of the confession arrived. On the night that the moon looked the most beautiful over the mountains, Aoko called Ritsuka out, and confessed her love.

“In six years time, I, with my magnanimity and gracefulness, will, in place of my husband, go out into the world and demonstrate my usefulness, and in the future I will become a woman who earns at least seven figures. Ritsuka. How will you pass these six years? If you have no prospects, shall I ask Touko to put you in suspended animation while you wait?”

It was the perfect confession. If he waited for just six years, he could get the perfect wife. Of course he would wait, right? Or rather, it was a super aggressive warning that in six years, memories, or even life can be lost.

Back behind the tree, she used VADS to load fléchettes into both her pistols. “Not easily discouraged, don’t want to play nice,” she said to herself.
Swinging on the pivot of her hammock, she popped out from the other side of the tree and opened fire. The brass cartridge cases tumbled far, far down to the forest floor. Blood spray from the stairway followed the cartridge cases down, and she hid behind the bole again to the sound of curses, screams, and moans.
Bullets whizzed through airspace she’d occupied a moment before, ripping the skinlike bark off the three-meter-thick Samauma.
She scooted out and dropped two more of the men on the stairs. This time she felt the bullets hit the tree near her feet. She drew them back, relying on the hammock to hold her up. They shot at the hammock, but the web of nylon cording couldn’t easily be cut by gunfire.
A pair of hissing grenades—she caught a whiff of tear gas—flew past her before spinning downward.

"Wait, wait wait! Fine, whatever!" With some sort of chant, Flat turned and unleashed
his own magecraft at the pursuer.
The power, angle, and effect of the spells were numerous. From flames, to storms, to a
rain of countless needles, not a single one was like another - just as Touko had
concluded, perhaps even changing location made some spells unusable - and all of

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“No!” cried Katherine. “We must stay together. Look! Something’s coming!” She pointed to tiny lights that were beginning to dot the forest around them. Fireflies! In numbers too vast to calculate, they swarmed forth and attacked the shadows like luminous darts released from an invisible bow. Moments later the birds, the reindeer, and nearly every creature in the forest joined them! Then the trees began to swing their branches; the vines lashed out like whips. But how can a shadow be fought?

he shadows splintered apart. But since they were shadows, they instantly came together again, taking new forms. They snapped and crushed the vines and hurled the forest defenders as if they were leaves in the wind. Undaunted, the forest army fought desperately on, rising repeatedly to protect the children. Still, the shadows slipped past them and began to envelop the children in a blanket of darkness. The older children immediately draped themselves over the younger ones in a last effort to protect them. And where is the bear? Surely the bear will help us, they thought as the inky blackness flooded over them.

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