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"I made it. After crossing the sea in a tiny boat one of the villagers was kind enough to lend me. They all seemed way too excited to see me off. They also all happened to be carrying anything that even vaguely resembled a weapon—kitchen knives, the things they used to chop vegetables, sticks, brooms, one very determined grandmother with a rolling pin."
At the bottom of the page, there was a small drawing. The villagers on the shore, a chaotic mob of people holding their handmade weapons, and Rei sitting in a boat, cheerfully waving goodbye at them like he had absolutely no idea what was happening.
"That doesn't look like they were waving him goodbye," Nora said slowly. "That looks like they were getting rid of a problem."
Rei's thing with girls.
Shiro knew exactly what that drawing meant.
He shrugged instead.
