Chasing Kitsune
Slipping on a pair of blue athletic shorts and a white tank top, not bothering with undergarments.
“Are we ready to relocate?” I asked, slipping on a pair of sandals. “Yes, mistress.” Hachiro bowed his head, heaving three pieces of luggage into his arms. “You really can stop calling me that.” I sighed, grabbing my mask, katana, and a bag. “Let’s go, Mayu.” I nodded, leading the way out. No one tried to stop us as we passed them.
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