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Sahir went inside one abandoned shop of old Mafian's spot. He looked around and found one old aged man sitting at his table. He went near him. The old man was looking down. Sahir tried to speak in Japanese with him. "Nihao ..waa taa shii waa.. umm.. jetto" "English is fine" the old man cut his talk in between and said. Sahir sighed. "Oh, I want to rent one jet," Sahir said

she laughed, looking me up and down like I was dinner. I chuckled and bowed respectfully. “Kon'nichiwa, okusama.” I greeted her. I know my accent isn’t right, but I’m from Boston, and it's not easy to hide this accent. Her face lit up like it was Christmas or something when she heard me speaking Japanese. “HE KNOWS JAPANESE!” she shouted to the rest of the house. I chuckled, shrugging. “Let the boy in.” an older man sighed, taking her arm so I could step in. “It’s cold out there.” he added.

“She said she’s going over so Shannon doesn’t have to eat alone. In Japanese.” “Japanese?” I blinked, a bit lost. I looked over and saw Jenny sitting across from Shannon. They ate quietly while the whole cafeteria stared. “Yeah, Jane’s gotten pretty good at Japanese,” Paul said. “She used to speak it as a kid. She started brushing up with me, but now she mostly practices with Mayoko.” “I’m learning it because of Mayoko,” Brian added with a shrug when I looked at him questioningly. “But I’m slower at it.”

replied Lisa. Mbak Hamidah got even more annoyed and stood up to face Lisa. Pretentious style waist. "Arek njaluk utang ya takon wae. Ojo sok gayane sampeyan! Aku ra seneng koyo ngene. Aku ngerti yen aku duwe utang, nanging ojo nganti laser!" (Java Language, means: If you want to collect the debt, just say so. Don't be arrogant. I do not like this. I know that I have debts, but don't be rude!) exclaimed Mbak Hamidah. Spontaneously, Mbak Sarmi stopped stirring food, Mpok Yetti and Teh Kokom suddenly tensed up.

He smiled. “You mean Stew, right?” Saburo asked. “Oh it’s called Stew here?” Saburo nodded. Jai faked being surprised. “Well I guess, the young me was wrong.” All of them sighed and calmed down. “I thought that was an expression for a type of violence, Jai-kun…” Kotori said, putting Shoru on the floor. The little wolf instantly jogged towards him. Jai chuckeld. He didn’t know that none of them know about Hot Pot. He took Shoru and put her on his head. “My bad.” He walked to one of the benches and sat as he read the Akamine’s letters again.

) Since when could she speak Japanese? “Hai, daijobudesu kyasu. Masani onryodesu ne. Anata no hyoban ga anata o zenshin sa semasu. Keomi, anata wa karera o dosureba yoi ka shitte imasu.” (Yes, it is ok Cass. You truly are an Onryo. Your reputation proceeds you. Keomi, you know what to do with them.)

I stated calmly to Miyako. "I didn't know you were versed in ninja contracts, much less spoke Japanese?" Miyako responded. Blink. "I didn't know I spoke it either..." I mumbled. "No sweat," Pamela tried to hustle us along. "He's a quick study." Yeah. I didn't feel it apropos to point out I hadn't heard myself speaking Japanese, or understood that my words had some secret meaning. "How important is this to my people?" Miyako asked. Now that I was paying attention to it, I could make out that she was speaking in her native tongue.

The old man who wears an anime girl shirt gets up and says, ”Kids these days do not know manners, eh? “Should I respect such an old weebs like you?” “Hey, I was in charge of guarding Goa Jepang before, so I had to suit myself with the place like this, right?!” That old fart is scolding Koji. “Haven’t you studied history nor watched it yourself when you were young?! Goa Jepang isn’t related to such a thing, you dumbass!” Koji exclaimed upset.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head a bit. “Well, for you to remember———it’s one of the songs your mom wrote. Your grandparents and me are obsessed with its tune.” He said and then laughs softly saying, “even the suki of the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop.” I froze for a moment because I heard him pronounced a word I don’t understand but it sound japanese to me. I bowed down my head to stare at my pajama and realized that my knees are sweating. I stood up and took off my pajama.

I was just surprised by his fluency in the Japanese language. He returned the menu to the lady with a matching smile. The lady then lowered her upper body down and started walking to get our order. "So, you are good in Nihongo." "Watashi wa sukoshi Nihonggo ga hanasemasu." (I can speak a little Nihonggo) "Ahh..." I voiced out with a nod, convincing him to believe that I understood what he said when the truth is, I didn't. He chuckled a bit, aware of my foolishness.