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"Master, is it really true?" on a building somewhere at the very top of a steep, tall mountain, two gorgeous ladies look at each other, the only thing separating the two of them a simple wooden table where the seemingly older figure between the two writes and sign multiple documents with her brush, the ink flowing through each of the papers not spreading a single bit, as if her handwriting serves as a sword art that cuts the paper with the brush and its ink.
Looking up at the scholarly, gentle looking beauty in front of her, the master smiles as she reminisces of the times during her younger years, recalling a friend and rival that goes with her along the way, helping each other through tough times and sharing good times with other sisters in their group as well, one time even having herself think that had this peerless beauty of a friend she has is born a man, she will definitely fall in love with her.
