"This is hard, hmm."
While my three confidantes were enacting something unknown to my watch and senses, I had been isolating myself in my newly-built 'Thinking Room' that was complete with a soundproof spell cast by my reliable secretary.
In this room, there was only five things: Me, a chair, a table, a thick stack of papers, and Kuzunoha's pen with infinite ink and remarkable ergonomic that I had been wanting to claim for my own since my first time sighting it only to be rebuffed by its owner because it was one-of-a-kind object.
I really want this pen. It was so magical, that I felt like I would have no trouble rewriting a draft for an entire new body of constitution I needed to make.
"Yet all I have written are merely theoretical concepts that have low success in practical application." I sighed.
