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A ragged sigh escaped her, and she turned bleary eyes to the world outside her window.
The world had become a very busy place during her sojourn to the feudal era, a lot busier than what she recalled. Compared to her journeys in the Sengoku Jidai to what she now endured on a daily basis, she felt tiny and insignificant . . . like she could no longer make a difference in the world around her.
Tomorrow, she would begin her new life, her sensible life. She would go to school and talk with her friends and do all the things someone her age enjoyed. She would pretend that she never had a demon slayer for a best friend, a perverted monk that was as dear to her as her own brother, a kitsune as an adopted son . . . or a hanyou as her protector. She would carry on even though she had nothing left of herself.
She would pretend, as she was supposed to do, that her heart and her dreams had never been shattered at the tender age of sixteen because of a simple, crystal jewel.