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[color=ed145b][b]Skarsneek of the Red Hill[/b][/color]

[color=ed145b]"And I love you too, dear."[/color] Skarsneek placed two of his hand in front apologetically of Atsuha, completely caught off-guard by her irritation and put up a smile despite being the focus of her rebuke. [color=ed145b]"I just wanted to help the villagers out, get more space for them. Got caught in the moment, also, I didn't want to disturb your sleep."[/color]

Though when Lunatea suddenly flashed her good to him, he had to actively resisted turning his neck. Though the corner of his eyes certainly caught a glance of it. Deep inwards, he hoped that Atsuha didn't notice him doing that. Not when he's right in the middle of being scolded by her.

Gurgling and clearing his throat, he quickly agreed with Hinami suggestion of getting lunch. 

[color=ed145b]"Hey, that's a good idea. Everyone probably missed breakfast, so how about he go for a bite?"[/color] He gestured to Atsuha for them to go together. [color=ed145b]"I'll feed you by hand too, you must be tired after all." [/color]

Gently pushing Atsuha to the forefront before turning to Hinami to do the same, so her sister can hopefully placate her more. It allowed Skarsneek to whisper to Lunatea for a moment.

[color=ed145b]"You're right, a fig leaf does increase the picture's beauty."[/color] He praised before quickly making his way forward.

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[color=ed145b]"Yo, want to join us for lunch? I'm sure you got questions." [/color]Skarsneek said to Io the lich, guessing that the jig was up. So better to just get it out of the way, he had his fun after all.

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[color=f7941d][b]Gringor of the Ironskin tribe[/b][/color]

[color=f7941d]"Not tincans, those basket hats."[/color] Gringor unhelpfully said but the last one would be familiar to Nobutada, since the straw hats worn by the Shizuyamans resembled baskets, from a certain point of view. [color=f7941d]"Took multiple hits, fast, not that strong, but fast. Like blur."[/color]

The wound was already in the process of healing, and should be good by tomorrow. Though the bigger injury was to Gringor's own pride.

Yet, he had to admit, perhaps wearing something tougher was necessary to win. Speed, power, strength, he need all of them.

Though when he said he's busy, Gringor blinked before waving a hand around them. [color=f7941d]"But you do nothing."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"The rest here aren't that strong, and the ones that are is gone. So you're the only one left."[/color]

Hearing Nobutada saying it's fine to take a swing, Gringor didn't hesitate.

Imitating the Shizuyamans stance, fist together holding an imaginary sword. Gringor stood upwards before shooting forward like those warriors.

Yet it was a pale imitation, awkwardly slamming into his shoulders without doing any real damage. His fist just bouncing off. Though if it had been anyone aside from Nobutada, they'll be sore for weeks from that love tap.

This continued on, Gringor unusually focused as he continued on practicing.

If Nobutada noticed the attack or is familiar with it, it was up to him to point out since it was a technique from their region.