STRANGE NEW WORLD
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Chapter Two: Of Swords and Manga


As the days passed, Harry came to learn that Hitomi was full of surprizes. Some more shocking than others.

One of those came several days later when Hitmoi was soundly beating Harry at one of her "Playstation" games, this one was a fighting game called "The Bouncer". Although Harry didn't quite understand the concept of the game, he was getting the hang of the basic battle moves. But beginner's luck wasn't enough to save him from Hitomi's expertice and experience.

"Darn..." Harry sighed as Hitomi skillfully guided her charcter behind his, and delivered a spine-snapping blow, defeating him for the seventh time straight. Hitomi grinned despite herself, as the look of disapointment on his face.

"Oh, cheer up Harry-san, your a whole lot better than you were a few days ago, your way better than Dudley anyway...." she finished with a look of disgust on her face.
Now it was Harry's turn to grin, although his held traces of sympathy. Ever since Dudley made the discovery of Hitomi's Playstation, he had Mr. and Mrs. Dursley to "persuade" Hitomi to let him play. Every time Hitomi cut him down in "Bouncer" or beat his time in "ATV Off Road-Fury" he hollered and complained that Hitomi was cheating. Aunt Petunia would scold Hitomi for playing un-fairly, and Uncle Vernon would watch over them for the rest of the day, making sure Hitomi let Dudley win.

"Yeah, and I don't leave bits of choclate and cotton candy on the controllers either." Harry chortled. Hitomi's expression became depressed.

"Yeah, and thats one controller that I wont ever use again." she muttered. Harry remembered the incident very well, and the string of crussing that Hitomi unleashed on Dudley when she found herself unable to get any of the buttons to come up once she had pressed them.

Harry leaned over and turned off the console, placing his and Hitomi's controllers on top of it. He instead turned his attention to the 200-something page book before him. It seemed not only had Hitomi got Harry hooked on Playstation, she had introduced him to the highly addictive form of Japanses comics, manga in other words. Right now he was working his way through a translated version of a Sorceress Hunters. He leaned back happily and opened it to his place. Surprizingly enough, the Dursley's were happy to have Hitomi and Harry keep each other company.

"I guess it's because it keeps the both of us out of their hair I suppose." Hitomi suggested when Harry raised the subject not long ago. Whatever the reason, Harry was grateful, this summer had turned into one of the best summers with the Dursley's he'd ever had. Hitomi rolled over off the bed and sat on the floor, turning to her own manga, an untranslated Outlanders.

Time went on in this fashion for almost half an hour until Hitomi asked him an unusual question.

"Harry, can I trust you with something?"

Harry pushed up his glasses and looked at her. He laid down Soceress Hunters and shuffled over closer to her.

"Yeah, you can trust me Hitomi." Yeah, a shame you can't trust her.... a guilty voice rang in the back of his head. Fliching in guilt, he came closer to her. Hitomi looked at him hopefully.

"Harry, what I'm about to show you, you can never tell the Dursely's....EVER."

"Hey," he teased, "I'm not Dudley..I can keep a secret and not run to Uncle Vernon." he assured her. Hitomi gave him one long, searching look, before she reached under her bed, and heaved up a long black case Harry reconized as the one she was carrying the night she came. She placed it on the bed between them. Harry was a little baffled, what was so special about a muggle musical instrument? Hitomi gave him one last glance, as if she was still argueing with herself as if she wanted to go through with this. Steeling herself, she un-did the latches that held it closed, and opened it.

Harry, upon laying eyes on the contents, went slackjaw. Inside, was a long, shining, and sharp sword. Hitomi lifted the blade out of the case and presented it before him.

"This, Harry, is a gift my parents gave to me. This is one of the most advanced swords a fighter can carry. It's called Masamune." She gave a quick flick of her wrist and the sword, that was about two feet long, got suddenly longer, til the actual blade was six feet long.

"Isn't it gorgeous!" Hitomi gushed, her eyes glowing bright with pride. She gave it a few experimental slashes before her, the sword singing shrilly as it cut the air. She gently caressed the black ivory handle and sighed.

"Here Harry, you hold it." she offered it to him. Harry gulped and nodded. The only sword he had ever held was now in a glass display case in Professor Dumbledore's office, Godric Gryffindor's ruby-incrusted sword. The major difference between Godric's sword and the Masamune, Harry was soon to find, was weight. As Harry took Masamune in his hands, he felt himself being drawn off the bed.

"Good grief Hitomi!! How much does this thing weight??" Harry cried as he dropped the sword to keep himself from falling on the floor. Hitomi took the sword, shortened it, and placed it on the floor.

"Well, considering, the weight of the blade, then the handle..about fifty pounds."

The look on Harry's face, in any manga, would have been coupled with a sweatdrop.Hitomi looked at him, and giggled.

"Okay...maybe I should have thought of that...but thats not what I REALLY wanted to show you." She reached into the case, lifting out the black foam that the Masamune had sat in, revealing another compartment in the case.

"THIS is what I wanted to show you..." Hitomi whispered. Harry looked down.

"Whoa........Oh man." he whispered. Inside the case were two more swords, these were obviously a pair.

"The Itasca Katanas....these swords have been in my family since Kami-sama knows when. First welded by my Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother in the Era of Warring States. They have an incredable legend behind them." Hitomi whispered, as if speaking normally would break the strange feel that the swords held over them.

She nervously touched them, as if they were glass. With one hand, she gingerly lifted one out of the case. The one she held was cast in the image of a demon. Carved out of, surprizingly enough to Harry, a dark but transparent crystal. The demons wings, which seemed to take the place of her arms, furled outwards to create the handguard. The torso tapered down to make the handle and the pomel. The head, neck, and shoulders were the base of handle that connected it to the blade itself, which was yet again crystal.

"The Demon Blade." She announced. Harry got as close to the weapon as he dared. Inspecting it over the rim of his glasses, he felt as if he wasn't the one doing the inspecting. As odd as it was, it felt like the sword was _feeling_ him, like it was judging him of his worth of even being in it's presence.

"It feels like...it's watching me." Harry stammered. Hitomi carefully put it in it's place back by it's companion.

"Don't feel bad Harry, everyone whose seen them has said the same thing, it's part of the legend. According to it, the swords have souls of their own." she assured him. She picked up the other sword and held it out for Harry to see.

This one was in the visage of an angel. Like it's sister, it was carved in the same manner, the wings were the handleguard. The torso and legs the handle and pomel, and the bust the connection to the crystal blade. Instead of dark crystal, this one was made of pure silver, the eyes were black, were the demon's were white.

"Their beautiful....." Harry said, agreeing to the statement that was forming in Hitomi's mouth.

"Yeah......" she said. The trance, the feeling of awe that held them for the past few minuets, was broken by a familar sound coming from outside.

"Dudley!!" Harry gasped. Hitomi acted quickly, putting the angel-sword back, then placed Masamune and it's foam casing over them. She shut the box, and shoved it under the bed, a second before Dudley waddled in.

"Hullo!! It's my dear cousin and the foreigner girl.." He glared at Harry with the usual hate, but he reserved a special dispiteful look for Hitomi. Harry couldn't understand for the life of him why Dudley hated Hitomi so. Even with the guest in their house, Harry's aunt and uncle still cartered to Dudley's every whim, and they also held the same hate for Hitomi.

Harry didn't have to be a genius like Hermione to figure out by what reason they hated her, they said it all the time, at the dinner table, in the living room, even in her presence. Foreigner....Crude....Uncivilized....Barberic....Damn Jap...Heathen. Every smug insult caused Hitomi's silver eyes to glaze over with fury. Harry couldn't help but notice the way her fists clenched together everytime, as if she was fighting the urge to rip them limb from limb. And everytime Harry was secretly cheering her on to do so.

"Hey weirdo.." he adressed Harry, "Mum wants you in the kitchen, you got some dishes to wash.." Harry simply stood up, not even giving him fact that he even heard him. He walked out the room quietly, leaving Hitomi to fight her battle.



Harry turned in his bed that night. Inside his head, he was having a feirce debate. Hitomi had trusted him with a great secret, if the Dursley's found about the swords, they would kick her out in an instant. What pained him though, that he couldn't return the act of trust and tell her his secrets. He would be thrilled to tell her about everything, about Hogwarts, him being a wizard, about Quidditch, his battles with Voldemort, all the misadventures he had been through, for once he would be able to confide in someone in this house.

The logical side of his mind argued back what the consiquences would be. Hitomi might hate him, she would be replused, he would lose the only muggle friend he had ever had. Not only that, who knows what trouble he would be in with Fudge and the Ministry of Magic. Compounding that, the Dursleys would go crazy that someone else knew of their "family shame", and throw Hitomi out to keep her from telling everyone in the neighborhood. Sighing in frustration, he turned on his stomach and stuffed the pillow over his head.

For some time, the questions kept going over and over inside his skull. One "what if" leading to another, that lead to another that brought him back to his original question. Harry swatted at his leg as some bug lit on it. What could he do? The consequences seemed to out-weigh the advantages big-time. He reached over and swatted again as the same bug landed. It would be great to finally be acepted by somebody in this house. .....Where was his flyswatter?? That bug was driving him crazy!!

"Harry!! Wake up will you!"

Harry bolted up-right. Looking around frightfully for someone in his room.

"Finally woke up.....Harry over here!"

Harry turned to his window, and floating there was Ron, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley. Harry blinked, once, twice, then bolted over to the window. Outside his window he saw they were standing on the back seat of a flying car.

"Ron!! It's great to see you!" Harry cried in a hushed whisper. Ron grinned at him.

"Having good time with the muggles I presume?" Fred joked.

Harry looked over at him. "I guess it depends on which muggle your talking about."

Mr. Weasley replied to his statement before his son could. "Ah, yes. Ron told about this Japanese muggle that's staying with you. How is she? Did she have any interesting muggle things with her?" he asked. Harry rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to start about Hitomi and her Playstation. Instead he opened up his window and let Fred, George and Ron in.

"You know where my stuff is. Check around the desk and bed to be sure I didn't leave anything." He advised. "I'll start getting my trunk and Hedwig in the car." The twins nodded and began a sweep search of his room. Ron grabbed the other end of the trunk and began to lug to the window as Mr. Weasley raised the car higher to the seal.

"Oi. Harry, whats this?" Fred asked. He held up the Sorceress Hunters maga that Hitomi had let him keep.

"Something that Hitomi gave me." Harry explained. He didn't want to explain the concept of manga to the twins about as much as he didn't want to explain Playstation and games to their father. Fred nodded and tossed it in with the heap of spare parchment and quills they had found. A few minuets later they were loaded and secured, and waiting for Harry to wrestle an excited Hedwig into her cage. Once she was in, Harry handed her to George and placed his foot on the bumper and when to crawl int the back when a voice stopped him.

"Harry, whats going on?"

The heads of the five men turned to face a confused Hitomi, who was crouched on her window seal. In the darkness, Harry could see her bags on her shoulders, and the sword case in her hand, she was fully dressed.

"Hitomi..um..I.."

"WHAT THE BLOODY BUGGING HELL!!!!" Harry almost fell on the ground as Uncle Vernon's voice shook the house. Hitomi looked behind her, in surprize, a look of frustration crossing her features.

"Harry, hurry! Your uncle just got wise!" Ron cried, all thoughs at whispering gone now.

"I bet that muggle told him!" Fred cried, pointing at Hitomi. George helped Harry up into the car. Once he was in, Harry called to Hitomi.

"Hitomi, JUMP!!"

"What?? Harry are you nuts!?" Ron asked.

"Hitomi, don't ask, just jump!!" Harry urged her. From down below, he heard Uncle Vernon start up the steps.

Mr. Weasley looked Harry oddly. "We can't take her with us Harry."

"I'm not leaving her here with them! They hate her just as much as they hate me!" he argued back.

"Harry, are you sure?" Hitomi asked. Her expression was desperate.

"Yes!! Just jump, you can make it!" His voiced cracked as Uncle Vernon hit the second flight. Hitomi looked at him for a second, then at the car, judging the distance. She took the sword case, swung it one, two, three times, and flung it at the car. Harry, wisely, moved out of they way, but Fred wasn't as lucky, he cought the case full force in the chest as it pinned him down. Hitomi stood up slightly from her crouch, she tensed her muscles, and flung her body at the car. She landed half-way over the door, her legs dangling over the side. She breathed heavily, before she was dragged over the door with a scream.

Harry moved to help her, as her knuckles were the only thing keeping her holding to the car. Looking over, he saw that Uncle Vernon was leaning out her window, and holding on tight to Hitomi's ankle. He looked up malicously at Harry.

"Ha, not only did I catch the......I caught you trying to escape too huh?" he hissed in triumph. Of course, he used a very vicious term for Hitomi, one I won't put in print. Harry grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away, but Uncle Vernon was using his beefy bulk to keep her in his grasp. She kept jerking her leg, kicking him in the face with it.

"Help me!" Harry screamed, but his plead wasn't heard, the other Weasley's were busy trying to liberate Fred from the sword case.

"Harry, punch it!!" Hitomi yelled as her fingers slipped ever so slightly.

"WHAT???" he yelled.

"Move the car!! For Kami-sama's sake NOW!!!"

"Someone move the car!!!" he yelled. Mr. Weasley, somehow, understood, and hit the gas hard. Everyone screamed as the sudden acceleration threw the Weasley boys back, once again pinning Fred under the swords. Harry almost fell out as Hitomi was dragged off, carrying out the window Uncle Vernon with her. Uncle Vernon wrapped both hands around Hitomi's right ankle, now afraid for his life.

"Shimatta!!" she yelled as the added weight pulled her down further, and tiiting the car to the side. Mr. Weasley grabbed his door to keep him on the driver's side. The rest in the back seat slid and crashed into Harry. Reacting from their training, George and Fred, liberated by the slide, garbbed Hitomi's arm too, pulling as hard as they could. It seemed that for a few moments, that Uncle Vernon's weight was gonna drag them down. As luck would have it, Hitomi took the chaos to free herself.

Bringing her captive leg up slightly, she brought her left one down hard, on what seemed to be Uncle Vernon's head. Seeing her do this, he moved his head, doing what Hitomi had been hoping he would do. Her foot missed his leg, and smashed down on his clavicle. (ie, his collarbone) A definate snap was heard, and Uncle Vernon's left hand dropped. With one last kick, she struck his hand against the underside of the car, The car righted itself, and Uncle Vernon dropped into a neighbors pool below. Harry and everyone else dragged a disheavled Hitomi up into the car. She plopped down on the seat, breathing deeply.

SHe kept her eyes closed for several minuets. When her breath had regulated, she peered at Harry and the others, asking them to explain this.

"Well, uh, the best thing I can say is that I'm a wizard..." Harry offered his feeble excuse. Fred rolled his eyes and George snickered. Ron offered his hand to Hitomi.

"Hey, I'm Rom Weasley, thses are my brothers, Fred and George, don't mind them, and thats my father Mr. Weasley." He said, pointing to each respective person in turn. Hitomi, didn't take his hand, but she bowed low to him.

"Arigato Ron-san. I owe you and your family my freedom." Ron sortta looked confused, he had never been bowed to before in his life. Fred and George, taking the opprotunity to make a joke, bowed low in their seats to her. Hitomi just smiled, then laughed.

"Wha so funny?" Fred asked. Hitomi smiled a genuine smile.

"You bowed lower than I did..."

"What does that mean?" George asked.

"It means you admit that I'm of a higher rank than you, pretty much that I'm better than you..." she trailed off. Harry and Ron looked at each other, then exploded into laughs.From the front seat Mr. Weasley grinned. Fred and George looked offended for a few seconds, then joined in with the laughter.


Harry yawned and rolled out of his bed next to Ron's. Weaving around the messy heaps of books, clothes, and general stuff, Harry walked down to the kitchen, leaving Ron to snore away the afternoon by himself.

Normally, Harry wouldn't even think about being up this early, especially after last night, but he wanted to see how Hitomi was reacting to the Burrow. She had gladly taken the lumpy couch last night, ignoring Mrs. Weasley's pleads to let her sleep in Percy's old room. But she had declined, laid down on the couch, and was out like a light before any more comments could be made.

Harry ended his walk down the creaky stairs, and smelled the scent of breakfast coming from the kitchen. His stomach rumbled, reminding him of how long it was since he ate, sending him running for the table.

Much to his surprize, he saw Mrs. Weasley sitting at the table, sipping a mug of steaming tea. In the kitchen, he saw Hitomi walking around, standing over the stove, tending to several pots and pans.

"Hello Harry." Mrs. Weasley greeted him as he sat down at the table. He looked over her shoulder again, watching as Hitomi searched for something in the cabinets.

"Weasley-sama, where is the rice?" she asked. Mrs. Weasley smiled a little at the suffix Hitomi had bestowed upon her.

"The left cabinet dear." she called back. Hitomi open it up and searched.

"Doko ni?" she asked again.

"The second shelf.." Hitomi found the rice and set to cooking again.

"Isn't she a dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "I come down this morning, looking to start breakfast, and Hitomi beat me there! She insisted on fixing breakfast this morning, saying she was thanking me for letting her stay...honestly, not even Charlie ever voluteered to fix breakfast for me.."

Harry just shrugged. "Well, if your wondering, Hitomi is a great cook, and some of the dishes are odd, but they taste great." he volunteered. Behind he counter, Hitomi gave him a look that said, 'suck-up'. Harry stuck his tongue out at her. Some time later, the rest of the family crowded the table, Ron and the twins being the last. When they sat down, hitomi placed plates of seasoned rice, chicken stir-fry, egg-rolls, and different sauces on the table. Odd looks passed through the family, all to used to eggs, bacon, and sausage.

"Okay, I know it's not the type of food your used to, but at least give Hitomi the respect to try some." Mrs. Weasley demanded. Mr. Weasely and the children, really wanting to avoid the wrath of their mother's temper dug in silently.

"Wow, whats this stuff?" Fred asked, spearing something with his fork. Hitomi looked over, and took one of the same with her chopsticks.

"It's called an egg-roll. It's a crust, made of flour and eggs, stuffed with meats and veggies, sometimes others things, and fried." she explained. The meal took a better turn after that, the rice was gone in a few minuets, and Fred hogged the entire plate of egg rolls. Mr. Weasley wondered at Hitomi's skill of eating rice with two small sticks, a feat he tried to copy, but never succeded. Once everyone was full, the table was cleared by hitomi, that insisted, that she do it. Mrs. Weasley asked her husband if he minded if they adopted another child, kiddingly of course. As Hitomi scrubbed away at the dishes by hand, the wizards gathered in the living romm, around the coffee table.

"Dad," Ginny asked. "What are we gonna do about her? We can't have.." she lowered her voice, "muggles staying at the Burrow, what will Mr. Fudge say?" Mr. Weasley looked at his only daughter thoughtfully.

"Yes, I know she can't stay, and honsetly, I don't know what I can do. The only thing I can do is report this to Fudge, and let him make the decision." he sighed.

"Darn, I just wish she was a witch. She could come to Hogwarts with us." Harry thought aloud. "I mean, she's been a great help to me back at the Dursley's, and I hate to think what will happen if it's decided to send her back there, they will kick her out for sure now."

"Well, it's obvious that she was planning on running off anyway." Fred spoke up, rubbing his sore chest.

"Harry, what did you say her name was?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry thought for a second.

"Hitomi Versialles Kisaragi." he said. George raised a red eyebrow.

"Versialles? She said she was Japanese, but Versailles is french." he pointed out.

"Well, why not ask her? She's coming in right now." Fred warned. Everyone tensed as Hitomi walked in, rubbing her hands aginast her jeans. She folded her legs underneath her and sat on the floor, again refusing any offer of hospitality.

"Hitomi dear," Mr. Weasley asked her. "Since you've met all of us, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Behind his glasses, Harry could see the gears working in his head. Hitomi looked up, a strange expression of sorrow clouding her eyes breifly, it faded as she gained control of her emotions and faced them.

"Since I owe you my freedom, I owe you the truth in return." she started. "You wish to know about me, alright then. My name is Hitomi Versialles Kisagragi. My father, Habino Kisagragi, is one of the last members of an ancient Japanese samurai warrior clan. My mother, Marie Lourdes-Kisagragi, was a French-American business woman that came to Japan several years ago to cover a story on a local festival. That is where they met. They talked, enjoyed each others' company, and grew close to each other. When the time came for my mother to leave, my father begged her to stay with him in Japan, of course he said this with an engagement ring.

My mother accepted, and they married not much later in a tradtional Japanese wedding. Of course both sides of the family raised a ruckus about it, but when they saw how happy my parents were, they dropped the matter. Well, life went happily along, til I was born." she stopped and gathered her thoughts for the next part.

"My father was, well, dissapointed in me. It is considered a high honor for a War-lord's (for thats what my father really was) first child to be a male, a first-born female is considered shameful in some families. But the first time he held me, he forgot tradition. As according to customs in the family, first-borns are trained in the arts of war. I was instructed in hand-to-hand combat, as well as weaponry. My mother saw to it that I was tutored in history, math, various sciences, civics, geography, not to mention music and art. Of course being my father's daughter, I excelled in my battle training much more than the academics." she let a small grin adorn her face for a second.

"I led a happy, and rather un-complicated life during my childhood. I knew nothing more of the world than my swords and the estate that my family lived on. But on my evelenth birthday, my world was shattered. Ottusan and Kaasan were on a trip in Tokyo concerning my mother's business. I remember when they left. Ottosan promised he would come back in time to help me un-wrap my gifts, but he never kept that promise. While they were in a meeting, an earthquake rocked the city. My parents were buried under 57 stories worth of rubble."

Mrs. Weasley gasped in surprize. Ginny eyes became sad, and the twins and Ron raised their eyebrows in shock. Harry looked rather surprized himself, he never had a clue that Hitomi was an orphan like him. Hitomi let a few seconds pass, trying to fight the surging emotions that threatened to break through.

"This left me in an interesting position. I was too young, by Japan's laws, to inheirt my father's estate and money, and French law says the same for the inheirtence I will receive from my mother. So that left me with little opinions, thats when it turned to my various aunts and uncles to plan my future. None of them was willing to take care of me over a long-term basis, so they devised a rather unconventional plan.

They, amongst themselves, created a sort of timeline. On certain parts of certain years, I would spent a few months with an established relative. So, for the past four years, I have been bounced around from family member to family member, never staying for more than three months apeice, and I will continue to do so until I reach my sixteenth birthday, when I'm of legal age to claim my mother's estate. I will remain in France until I become eighteen, when I will return to my childhood home, and receive the rest of my alotted fortune."

"But something came up this year. My aunt Marce was in an accident, leaving her unable to care for me. My uncle Shino has just gotten married, and will not be able to take me for sometime, this left me with over six months of nowhere to go. The family talked, no-one else was able to take me either, then someone got the idea of placing me in the British Foreign Exchange Studnet Program. Thats how I landed at the Dursleys." She let her voice trail off into restrained silence.

Harry, never in his life, had ever felt such sympathy for one person. In some ways, Hitomi's loss of her parnets may have been harder on her, than his had been. He never knew them, so that left little memories for him to lament. Hitomi had loved her parents dearly, making her loss so much more painful. Mr. Weasley looked at her, as if deciding what to say next. He opened his mouth, then dicided against it.

"Well, that was un....interesting." Fred offered. George snapped for him to shut up. No one else was able to say anything for a while. The silence grew so strong that Hitomi eventually decided she wasn't fond of the looks of pity she was receiving from her hosts. She had had enough pity given to her already. She was the daughter of a samurai for Kami-sama's sake!! She had her pride, and her honor to maintain. She got to her feet and walked out the room, into the Weasley's back lawn, never saying a word.




AN: Tada!! Thats Chapter Two people, pretty long heh? I decided, before I go any further, to clear the air and answer some of the questions you guys posted in your reveiws:

1) The hitomi in this story in NOT the Hitomi from Escalflowne.

2) She will NOT fall in love with Harry, Ron, or Draco in this story, at all. Period.

3) Someone mentioned that I left Bill out in the family photo. Well, yeah, I did goof on that. In fact, if you look hard, you might notice a few spaces between the period that ends the sentence and the names. That was were I was trying my hardest to remember his name, since I couldn't, I left a blank space there if I ever remembered it.

4) There is more than one way to spell "bakka". It all depends on which dialect of Japanese your speaking, some have the extra k, some don't.

Now, he's where I need your help. I already have some plans for Hitomi to have some altercations with Malfoy, hey, I couldn't place her in Hogwarts without that happening period. But I want to know, does anyone want to see her run into somebody else? Draco's dad, or maybe even Voldie himself? Tell me your opinions in the reviews.

Any of you notice anymore mentioning of games or anime? Tell what you noticed in the reveiws too. Theres one BIG one in here, but you have to be familar with a certain genre to know what it is.

Japanese Index:

Ottusan: Formal title for father.

Kaasan: Formal title for mother.

Doko Ni: Where?

Shimatta: Curse word, that all you need to know.

Til Next Time: Ja Ne!!

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Next Chapter: The Backfired Spell.