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[indent][indent][indent]Isamu had watched, Takatora's match, though he caught only the end of it. He was determined to form a Force with them all; Taka, Mimi, Akira, and Takatora. It [i]had[/i] to be them. No one else would fit in his dream team. It was not long after Takatora's match was over that his name appeared offline. Isamu rubbed the back of his head. [color=crimson][i]Well that sucked. I guess I'll have to talk to him another time. But if I keep saying 'another time' I'll never accomplish my goal.[/i][/color] 

It was frustrating but he was determined to set the goal for himself. [color=crimson][b]"Tomorrow, for sure! I'll get them all together tomorrow and somehow... someway forge a Force with them."[/b][/color]

He spent the remainder of that day at home, fixating on what he should do with the Astaroth kit he had purchased. There was something alluring about it, tucked away, almost invisible in that shop. He sighed, twirled in his chair, and went back to fiddling with the G-Nexus. He didn't really want to replace the G-Nexus anyway, there was far too much of him attached to it. He sighed again, this one greater than the last, [color=crimson][b]"You're perfect the way you are buddy. You're perfect."[/b][/color] 
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