After saying goodbye to his Fuinjutsu Department team, Kazeo made his way home.
'Their work isn't too hard. Anyone decent could get the hang of it with a day or two of practice,' he thought, a hint of regret in his mind. 'What really bothers me is the time I wasted. I should've at least sent a clone home before going there.'
Trying to comfort himself, he added, 'Well, I did learn some new seals. It wasn't a total waste. Even though I only saw the chakra anchor and directional loop seals in use, they were definitely impressive. She did say we'd master them in a week or two.'
Although Kazeo had already created a few seals himself and had a decent understanding from the anime, seeing them in real-time use still fascinated him. The chakra anchor seal, in particular, intrigued him. It worked by locking a fluctuating chakra source in place—mainly used when repairing damaged chakra pathways or sealing temporary failures.
Its primary function was to stabilize a seal when it started pulsing irregularly or bleeding chakra—essentially "pinning" it in place until proper repairs could be made. But what really caught Kazeo's attention was its side application: in fieldwork, it could momentarily freeze a Genin's leaking chakra when they were injured.
That kind of emergency application wasn't something he'd ever considered while watching the anime, and it made Fuinjutsu feel a lot more alive.
The same went for the Detecting Loop Seal, which monitors chakra movement within a 3-meter radius and records the patterns into a scroll for later analysis.
It's typically placed in sensitive areas, like Genin contribution stations, supply rooms, or border entries. Its job is to catch any signs of sabotage, overuse, or unauthorized chakra activity.
Even though it was considered just a basic seal—classified as D-Rank in the Fuinjutsu Department, its role was far from trivial. The village's safety partially depended on such mechanisms running smoothly.
Rin had told them, "After two months of proper training, most Genin will be skilled enough to handle deployments on their own."
Kazeo was reflecting on all this when he suddenly felt a sharp sting in his thigh. He flinched and hissed softly. 'Why's it still hurting? Is it from the morning training session?'
The moment he recalled it, a slight shiver ran down his spine. He'd trained for years but this morning was brutal. Weighted gear strapped to his body, followed by intense movement drills and complex exercises.
'I just hope it doesn't mess up my joints like Chen warned…' he thought with concern.
He had actually brought it up with Itachi earlier, but Itachi had simply nodded and replied that he'd already done the necessary research. Then, with his usual calm demeanor, dismissed the concern and him.
Kazeo was lost in thought when distant voices from the children's playground caught his attention. His steps faltered as he turned his head.
'Was that Naruto's voice... or just my imagination?'
Curious, he veered off toward the playground. As he drew closer, the sound became clearer—and sharper. What he saw made him pause.
A group of kids had surrounded Naruto, wooden sticks clutched in their little fists.
'Are they... bullying him?' Kazeo wondered, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'Should I step in? No... not yet. Let's listen first. If it's the usual "demon" nonsense or they cross a line, I'll stop them. But if they're just playing...'
He crouched low beside the sandbox, just enough to stay out of sight while observing.
A boy stood in front of Naruto, dramatically pointing a stick at him like a sword. "You're the demon again! You have to be! You're perfect for it!"
Naruto tilted his head, frowning in exaggerated annoyance. "Tch... Again? C'mon, pick someone else already. I'm tired of winning."
"You can't win! Demons lose, stupid!"
Another kid chimed in, stepping forward with a serious tone. "My mom said we shouldn't even talk to you. She says you're dangerous."
Naruto's grin twitched at the edges—but he kept it up. "Heh. Your mom's scared of an eight-year-old? That's just sad."
"That's what monsters say!" one of them shouted. "You yell all the time! You eat ramen for every meal! You don't even have parents!"
Kazeo noticed Naruto's fists tighten. But instead of backing down, he puffed out his chest defiantly.
"So what?! I'm not a monster. I'm just awesome!"
One of the boys stepped even closer, stick now aimed squarely at Naruto's chest. "You're alone every day. Even the grown-ups don't wanna be near you."
Naruto's voice dipped just a little, the grin still on his face. "Doesn't mean I'm some demon. You guys are just scared of someone cooler than you."
For just a second, Kazeo saw it—a flicker of pain in Naruto's eyes.
But the boy quickly masked it behind a cocky smirk.
That's when a sharp, irritated voice cut through the tension.
"Ugh, seriously? You guys are such babies."
All heads turned. Ino Yamanaka had marched into the scene, arms crossed, flanked by Choji and a yawning Shikamaru.
"Still calling Naruto a demon? You sound like a bunch of scared little brats."
One of the boys frowned. "But my dad said—"
"Your dad also thinks sour pickles count as dinner," she snapped. "So maybe don't quote him like he's the Hokage."
Naruto blinked. "Huh… didn't expect you."
Ino stepped beside him, arms still folded. "Yeah, yeah. Don't let it inflate that giant head of yours."
Then she turned on the others with a fiery glare. "Nezuko was a demon too, wasn't she? But Tanjiro still protected her—because she didn't do anything wrong. And neither did Naruto."
The kids looked uneasy, exchanging guilty glances. One mumbled, "But he's loud…"
"Then go cry to your moms," Ino shot back. "And take your dumb sticks with you."
The group faltered. A few muttered under their breath, but none dared talk back. One by one, they scattered toward the swings and sandbox, defeated.
Naruto gave Ino a sideways glance. "Y'know… I didn't need your help."
Ino rolled her eyes. "Obviously. You were doing great—standing there like a drama queen."
Naruto smirked. "Heh. Maybe I should be the Hashira, not the demon."
Ino snorted. "You? Please. You can't even sit still for five seconds."
"Hey! I totally can!"
"Bet you can't."
"Wanna race to the slide and find out?!"
"Try me, loudmouth!"
The two bolted toward the slide, their laughter blending with the rustle of wind and the chatter of the park.
Kazeo, who had been quietly observing from afar, remained still. His expression unreadable, but his thoughts loud in his mind.
'These kids are fucking mean. Was I like that at their age?'
After a moment of thinking, he concluded, 'Nah… I was better. Definitely better than them.'
But as his eyes lingered on Naruto and Ino, a deeper concern rose. 'I get that they're playing Demon Slayer roles since I introduced the series… but why are Naruto and Ino so close?'
The way they bantered, the natural chemistry, the way she defended him—it wasn't something he remembered from the original timeline.
'They weren't this friendly in the series, right? What I'm seeing now… they act like best friends. Or at least, like kids who play together every day.'
He frowned slightly. 'Is this… the butterfly effect? Or am I overthinking things?'
A heavy exhale left his chest as he began walking home, his mind unable to quiet down.
'First Itachi as my sensei, no Uchiha Massacre… now Naruto and Ino becoming close.'
'I just hope the future doesn't shift too much… because small changes now can cause unseen disasters later.' For a brief moment, he clasped his hands together in silent prayer—to Hagoromo himself, a plea for stability in the storm of changes he'd unknowingly stirred.
Once he reached home, he created five shadow clones—each assigned to a different type of training.
Meanwhile, the real Kazeo headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off his sweat-stained clothes and stepping into the lukewarm water.
He sighed, sinking in slowly, enjoying his well-earned moment of rest.
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The next day, after their usual morning training, Itachi gathered the trio under the shade of a tree for a theory session.
"As I mentioned before," he began in his calm, composed tone, "most ninjutsu techniques fall into three categories—bending the mind, bending light, or bending matter."
The kids leaned in, listening closely.
"Bending the mind," he continued, "is about making someone believe something that isn't real. That's Genjutsu—it only exists inside the victim's mind. For example, casting a false image or sound that only they can perceive."
He paused, then added, "Bending light is tricking the eye—creating an illusion that everyone can see, but has no physical presence. Basic Clone Jutsu falls under this. It's just light, no substance."
Kazeo tilted his head, intrigued.
Itachi nodded slightly before continuing, "Then comes bending matter. This is where things get physical—Shadow Clones, Water Clones, Earth walls, or Fireballs. These techniques have real chakra mass and can interact with the world."
He glanced at the group. "Here's a simple way to tell them apart in most cases—if only one person can see or feel the effect, it's likely Genjutsu. But if everyone sees it, and it disappears when struck or disrupted, it's likely either light or matter.
Remember, I said—most cases not all cases."
The session continued like that with Itachi explaining theory, then quizzing them mid-way, answering questions, and occasionally casting subtle Genjutsu traps to see if they could break free.
Sometimes they spotted the illusion; more often, they didn't.
But from Itachi's perspective, progress was there. 'Daichi has the weakest Genjutsu resistance of the three. I'll need to focus more on him,' he thought. 'The other two are progressing well enough. But Kazeo…'
He looked at the boy for a moment longer.
'I still can't quite figure out the source of his resistance. It's not behaving like a normal bloodline trait. It's something else—but I can't put my finger on it.'
Training with Itachi had finally ended after a long session that included some team formation drills. Kazeo's legs felt heavy, his arms sore, and his body demanded rest. Still, he walked back home in silence, drenched in sweat and fatigue clinging to him like a second skin.
As he stepped into his house, he found one of his clones busy at work. Kazeo let out a tired sigh and asked, "So, is the food ready?"
The clone, wiping his hands clean, nodded. "Yeah, everything's prepped. I even made a sample dish after our training session. You just need to reheat it."
"Thanks," Kazeo muttered, grateful.
With a small puff of smoke, the clone dispelled, transferring all its memories and experience to Kazeo in an instant. He stood still for a minute, adjusting to the sudden influx of information.
'Now,' he thought with a smile, 'all that's left is to talk to him. Once I do, my plan to earn more money and status can finally begin.'
He ate quickly, not wasting time, then made his way towards the Akimichi clan compound.
Upon arriving, the massive emblem of the Akimichi clan loomed over the gate, a proud symbol of one of Konoha's great families. As he approached, a tall guard stepped forward, halting him with a stern expression.
"Halt, kid," the man said firmly. "This is the Akimichi compound. What business do you have here?"
Kazeo came to a stop, breathing steadily, still a bit tired from earlier training. "I'm here to give my answer about joining the Akimichi clan," he replied calmly.
Seeing the guard's curiosity, Kazeo briefly summarized the situation—how Jiro had approached him with the offer, and how he was now ready to give his reply. "Could you please inform Akimichi Jiro that I'm here?"
The guard's expression brightened. "Ah, so you're that kid! Glad to hear you made a decision—smart choice, really. Give me a minute, I'll get someone to send word to his house."
He blew a short whistle, and soon a shinobi from inside the compound appeared. The guard quickly relayed the message, mentioning Kazeo's name and request. The shinobi nodded and disappeared into the compound.
About a minute later, he returned and gestured for Kazeo to follow. "Come with me. You're lucky—Jiro was about to head out on a mission in an hour. If you'd come any later, you might've missed him."
As they walked, the shinobi chatted casually, pointing out various landmarks within the compound. "That over there is where we hold group meals sometimes. You'll love the food here, trust me. Stick around long enough and you'll gain a few pounds."
Kazeo chuckled lightly. "I'll keep that in mind."
A few minutes passed before they arrived at a modest but well-kept house. The shinobi stopped and turned to him. "This is Jiro's place. Nice talking to you, kid. Let's grab a bite together someday."
Kazeo gave a nod of thanks as the man walked off. Just then, the door opened and Jiro stepped out, smiling warmly.
"Glad you came, kid. Come in," Jiro said, stepping aside. "We were just eating. Join us."
Kazeo shook his head politely. "Thank you, sir, but I already ate before coming. I'm full. Please continue, we can talk after your meal."
Jiro waved off the excuse with a small chuckle. "What are you even saying, kid? You have to eat something. Haven't you heard? No one leaves an Akimichi house without tasting the food."
Kazeo raised a brow in amusement. "No… I haven't heard that."
"Well, now you have," Jiro said with a grin. "Come on, let's eat first—we can talk afterward. I'm still hungry."
Seeing how persistent the man was, Kazeo didn't refused him twice. He nodded and followed him inside to the living room.
There, Jiro introduced his wife and son before they all sat down to finish their meal. Kazeo, still full from lunch and ration bars, limited himself to just a few dango out of courtesy. The meal atmosphere was cheerful, filled with light conversation and family warmth.
Once they were done eating, Jiro led him to a quieter room where they could talk in peace.
"So, Kazeo," Jiro asked with a friendly smile, "are you here to join the clan?"
Kazeo gave a small smile and shook his head. "Actually, no. I haven't made a decision yet. I've received a few offers, and since it'll shape my identity for life, I'm being careful with it. Today, I came to ask you for a small favor instead."
Jiro nodded thoughtfully. "Smart of you. It's a serious choice—you're right to take your time. But don't take too long. As for the favor… if it's something I can help with, I will."
Kazeo reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small storage scroll. With a flick, he unsealed it, revealing three covered containers of food.
"Can I use your oven for a few minutes?" he asked.
Jiro glanced at the containers and tilted his head. "Sure. But… what's all this? I don't think I've seen these dishes before."
"They're some old recipes," Kazeo replied with a soft tone. "My grandmother passed them down to me before she died. I recreated them and brought a few samples for you to try."
His voice dipped slightly, his eyes lowering as he played the part. Inside, he thought silently, 'I'm sorry, Grandma. I don't want to use your name like this… but it's necessary.'
Jiro's cheerful expression faltered into a respectful silence. After a pause, he gently said, "I'm sorry to hear about her passing. I'm sure she'd be proud of you… wherever she is now. Come, I'll show you to the oven."
Kazeo followed him into the kitchen and carefully placed the three items inside the oven. As they waited for them to heat—about ten minutes, Kazeo kept the conversation flowing, slowly weaving in his fabricated backstory while maintaining the composed, respectful act he'd come prepared with.
Ten minutes later, the oven let out a soft ding. Jiro pulled the dishes out, the aroma already filling the kitchen. Without saying a word, he carried the food to the living room with Kazeo following behind.
Jiro took a bite, his expression calm and unreadable. He didn't speak during the first few chews.
But then, slowly, his smile faded as he thought came into his mind. 'This... This could change how our clan eats entirely.'
His eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed in thought, his expression shifting into something far more serious.
"Kazeo… are you sure these were made by your grandmother Kaori? What are they called?" he asked, voice lower now, focused.
Kazeo nodded confidently. "Yes. Though, the idea of fries was mine. As for their names—this one," he pointed to the large round item, "is called pizza. The one with bun, vegetables, and meat is a burger. And the last one, those sticks, are called fries."
Jiro paused, putting the burger down carefully. "You're saying you came up with one of these?" His eyes sparkled now, with interest and maybe a bit of greed.
"Good. Very good. Would you be willing to sell the recipes to me? These are full of carbs and energy—perfect for the Akimichi clan."
Kazeo shook his head slightly and replied, "Actually… the reason I brought these here is because of the recipes. I'm planning to open a restaurant chain. And for that, I'll need the clan's help—your expertise and your connections."
Jiro blinked, caught off guard. "Restaurant chain? Hah! You're aiming high, kid. You're a bit too young to handle something like that, don't you think?"
He chuckled, then leaned forward with a shrewd look in his eyes.
"Tell you what. Sell me the recipes instead. I'll pay you 200,000 ryo for each. That's 600K in total. Sounds like a sweet deal, huh? You can even confirm it with other peoples if you want."
Kazeo's eyes widened. He didn't hide his surprise, but it wasn't out of excitement.
'Seriously? Just because I'm a kid, he thinks I'd sell them for pocket change?' he thought, frowning internally. '600K sounds big to a genin, but that's barely enough to buy a single decent jutsu. Recreating pizza and burgers in this world wasn't easy. If I didn't have my clones to help with the trial and error, I wouldn't have been able to even recreate these. No way in hell I'm selling them.'
Jiro chuckled, clearly misreading Kazeo's reaction.
"I know, I know, 600K ryo sounds like a lot. But believe me, kid, in the real world… it's not."
Kazeo blinked once, then replied bluntly, "No, I'm surprised by how low the offer is. With that much flavor and carbs, these will easily become the second favorite—if not the first—among the Akimichi clan. And I'm sure the kids in Konoha will love them too. It's not just some snack, sir. This can easily turn into a million-ryo business."
Jiro stopped laughing, his expression growing serious again.
"Business, huh? Look, Kazeo… running a business isn't that simple. You can't just sell three food items and build a restaurant empire overnight. Besides, balancing a business with shinobi missions? It's a lot harder than it sounds."
He leaned forward, folding his arms. "Still, I'll raise the offer—500,000 ryo for each recipe. That's 1.5 million total. With that, you could buy three solid jutsus. What do you say?"
"I'm sorry," Kazeo shook his head. "I've already made up my mind. I'm not selling them."
Jiro exhaled, then shrugged.
"Well, it's your call, kid. I've warned you—this industry isn't as easy as it looks. Even within the Akimichi clan, there's stiff competition. But if you ever change your mind, my door's open."
He leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly. "Now… what's the favor you wanted?"
Kazeo hesitated for a second before speaking up. "Umm… actually, I wanted to ask if you could arrange a meeting with your clan leader. I'd like to pitch this idea to him directly."
Jiro raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that. He thought for a moment before responding, this time with less enthusiasm.
"A meeting with the clan head, huh? That won't be easy to arrange right now… but I'll try."
Kazeo noticed the slight shift in his tone—noncommittal, almost dismissive. He had a feeling this meeting would keep getting delayed. So he chose his words carefully.
"Thanks for that, sir. But I hope you can arrange it soon… because I'll be meeting the Hokage in a few days for the same reason. And," Kazeo paused with subtle weight in his voice, "I have more recipes—ones I've inherited from my parents and some I created myself."
Jiro's eyebrows shot up. "Ah, right. Now I remember—you asked for a small food place as part of your graduation reward. Hah… I see. Don't worry, I'll try to arrange the meeting as soon as I can."
Then his curiosity took over.
"Wait, when you say more recipes… how many are we talking about here?"
Kazeo shrugged casually. "I think… more than ten."
"WHAT?! More than ten like these?!" Jiro stood up in shock, voice booming. "Are you from some hidden cooking clan or something?"
Realizing his outburst, he coughed into his hand and sat down again.
"Ahem… sorry. Got a little carried away. You have my word, Kazeo—I'll arrange the meeting as soon as possible."
Kazeo nodded with a grateful smile. "Thanks for the favor."
Then, still smiling, he turned and headed off toward the Fuinjutsu Department.
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Inside the Fuinjutsu Department, Kazeo flashed his ID card and made his way to the designated room. As he entered, he found his teammates already seated, heads bent over their notes, scribbling diligently.
Rin looked up as Kazeo entered.
"You're late, Kazeo," she said, her tone firm but not harsh. "We were just about to start."
Kazeo opened his mouth, perhaps to explain, but she raised a hand, cutting him off.
"No excuses. Just be on time from tomorrow. I won't tolerate delays. Understood?"
"…Yes, ma'am," Kazeo replied, quietly taking his seat.
Without another word, Rin turned to the board and began the lesson. Her pacing was brisk, her explanations sharp. Ten minutes in, she suddenly paused and turned toward the group.
"Remember what I told you before?" she asked, gaze sweeping across the four students. "That to seal something, you need to understand it better than it understands itself."
They all nodded.
"Good," Rin said, then leaned slightly against the table, arms crossed. "Now, let me ask you—why do you think that is?"
She gave a short pause, then continued before anyone could answer.
"I mean, sealing looks simple on the surface, right? Learn the strokes, master chakra control, repeat the process… boom, you're a Fuinjutsu expert. So why are there so few of us? Why does Konoha only have five grandmasters? That's more than most villages, but still—five? That's laughable."
She let the question hang in the air.
At first, all four students raised their hands—confident. But as her words sank in, one by one, they lowered their hands, hesitation replacing certainty.
Rin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"Don't worry. There's no punishment for getting it wrong," she said, her voice a touch softer than before. "Just speak your thoughts. That's how real learning begins."
A moment of silence passed, then Rena hesitantly raised her hand.
"Miss… I think it's because as we go deeper into Fuinjutsu, the chakra control needed becomes too refined. Like, most people can't keep up with the precision it demands?"
Rin considered the answer and gave a small nod.
"Good thinking, Rena. You're not wrong—chakra control is a big part of it. But that's just one piece of the puzzle. There's more to it. Much more. We'll get into that soon."
She looked around the room, her tone returning to its crisp rhythm.
"Anyone else want to try?"
Silence.
She gave a short sigh through her nose, then continued, this time a bit slower, a bit more casually this time, "Alright then, listen up. What we've discovered so far is that creating and understanding seals requires a specific kind of effort—mental energy."
She glanced at the group to see their reactions. "You all know chakra is made up of physical and mental energy, right?"
All four of them nodded.
"That same mental energy... it plays a huge role in Fuinjutsu," she explained, keeping her tone light and engaging. "Interesting, isn't it?"
Rena raised her hand hesitantly. "But, miss… why mental energy? I don't think we were ever told that in the academy. They said something else entirely."
Rin's lips twitched—not a smile, but something like it. "Of course they did. The academy waters everything down so kids don't run away screaming. If they dumped the real theory on you on day one, half the class would quit Fuinjutsu before even trying."
She paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Forget most of what you learned there. You're not children anymore."
Kazeo exhaled softly and rubbed his temples.
'Great... it's the same here too. Just like Earth. Learn one thing, pass the class, and suddenly everything you studied is either outdated or completely wrong. What's the point of learning if the truth keeps shifting?'
Rin walked slowly to the front, her arms still behind her back in that strict instructor stance. "We're trying to develop seals that work without relying on mental energy. Progress is slow. Tricky, even. But that's where you come in."
She glanced at them again—just for a second, her tone lightening. "If we fail... maybe you'll figure it out. Maybe you'll surpass us."
Then her face returned to its usual sternness. "But don't get arrogant. You're not there yet."
Rin's voice cut through his thoughts. "Now, where was I… right—mental energy."
She turned back to the board. "So, mental energy is a key component when creating seals. That's actually one of the big reasons why Fuinjutsu isn't as widely practiced as you'd expect."
Her tone was even, not lecturing, but not overly casual either—more like she was explaining it to someone she respected enough not to dumb it down for.
"See, Fuinjutsu already demands a lot—solid chakra control, a steady hand for calligraphy, a good grasp of theory. But that alone doesn't scare shinobi off. We're used to rigorous training. Most would happily take on the challenge if it meant gaining a new edge in battle or improving survival odds."
She paused, tapping the chalk against the edge of the board.
"But here's the thing—not everyone has the mental energy or intelligence required. You can't brute-force your way through Fuinjutsu. It's delicate. And draining. Most people only start studying it once they've reached Jounin or Elite Jounin level—when they finally have enough refined chakra and mental capacity to spare."
Kazeo glanced at the others. They were listening intently, taking notes.
The lesson moved on, and Rin began demonstrating basic seals. One of them was a Reinforcement Seal—a technique that could strengthen objects two to three times over by drawing a constant stream of chakra from the user.
"It's too chakra-hungry to use in a normal fight," Rin explained while applying it to a wooden plank that hardened with a shimmer. "But it's perfect for fortifying walls during an invasion, or reinforcing camps during wartime. Even the village barrier uses a variant of this."
Her demonstrations were clean and practical, offering just enough depth to spark curiosity without overwhelming them.
After about an hour and a half of theory and demonstrations, Rin clapped her hands.
"Alright, last thirty minutes—we're going to start something important."
She handed out scrolls and blank sealing papers. "You're going to learn to create your own personal seal. It's a mandatory project you'll need to complete within the next two months. You'll learn to refine it, power it, and make it uniquely yours."
The group nodded with quiet focus, already pulling out their brushes.
Time passed quickly, and by the time the clock struck 5:30 p.m., Rin dismissed them with a short nod.
"Good work today. Go home, rest your minds. You'll need them."
The genin quietly gathered their belongings and began leaving the building.
Kazeo, mentally exhausted, walked slowly down the narrow path leading out. His mind was still swimming with thoughts—seals, chakra control, and recipes all jumbled together.
Just as he turned a corner, a familiar voice called out to him.
"There you are. I've been looking all over," said the Shinobi who had earlier guided him at the Akimichi compound. "Jiro told me to pass the word—the meeting's set for 6 p.m. today. Don't be late. Took him a lot of effort to arrange it this quickly."
Kazeo blinked in surprise, then smirked.
'I thought it'd take at least a day or two… Guess ten-plus new recipes was too tempting to resist. Not that I blame him.'
He gave the man a quick nod of thanks and flickered, sprinting across the rooftops toward his home.
The Shinobi watched him go, mouth slightly open.
"Damn… no hand seal?" he muttered under his breath. "I've seen jounin fumble with that."
Shaking his head, he turned to leave, thinking, 'Prodigies really are built different. Anyway, back to work… If I'm late again, Aunt Sayo's gonna yell my ears off.'
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