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After hitting a snag in Takamagahara, Kamiyagawa, as usual, transported to Nara Dreamland Park to harass the dying leader.
That floating big head had clearly been struggling these past two days.
A fatal illness deep in the core, incurable severe injuries, and it had to endure three beatings a day.
That evening, Kamiyagawa chased it and struck it with a blast of Yin Thunder.
The newly promoted Hannya also put on an outstanding performance, showing off a wave of newly acquired abilities and achieving a decent output with her freshly made white makeup.
It was estimated that the leader's demise was only a matter of days away.
Victory was in sight.
That night.
In the real world, in Kamiya's low-rent apartment.
The night was already deep.
By the bed in the room, the fan whirred, its blades spinning with a monotonous but not noisy sound, surprisingly conducive to sleep.
