ððððŦ ððĒðĒ-ðŽðð§,
ððĻðŪ ðĶðĒð ðĄð ð§ðĻð ðŦððĶððĶðððŦ ðŽðĒð§ðð ðēðĻðŪ ð°ððŦð ð ðĻð§ð ððŪðŦðĒð§ð ððĄðð ððĒðĶð, ððŪð ð ðēðððŦðŽ ðð ðĻ, ðĶðē ððð ðŦðð§ ðð°ððē.
ð ðĄðð ðĶðð§ðð ðð ððĻ ððŦðððĪ ðĄðĒðĶ ðððēðĻð§ð ððĄð ðððĄðĒðĄð ððĻðĶðĐðĻðŪð§ð ððĻ ððĄð ððĻðŦðððŦðŽ ðĻð ð ðŊððŽð ððĻðŦððŽð. ððĄð ððŦðððŽ ð°ððŦð ðĄðŪð ð, ðŽðĻ ðĄðŪð ð ððĄðð ððĄð ðŽðŪð§ ððĻðŪðĨðð§'ð ðð ðŽððð§ ðĒð§ðŽðĒðð.
ððĄððŦð ð°ððŽ ð ð°ðĻðĶðð§ ð§ðððŦ ððĄð ððŦðð. ð ðĨðĒðĪðð ðĄððŦ ðĄððĒðŦ. ðððŦðŽ ð°ððŽ ððŪðĨðĨðē ðŊðĒðĻðĨðð, ðŪð§ðĨðĒðĪð ðĶðĒð§ð.
ððĄð ðĪðŪð§ðĻðĒððĄðĒ ðŽðððĶðð ðŽðððŦðē ðð ððĒðŦðŽð ð°ðĄðð§ ðŽðĄð ðĄðð ððĄðŦðĻð°ð§ ð ðĪðŪð§ððĒ ðð ðĶð ðð§ð ððĄððŽðð ðĶð ððŦðĻðŪð§ð ððĻðŦ ðððĒð§ð ðð§ "ððððððĶðē ððŦðð ðŽðððĪðĒð§ð ð ðððððĄ ð°ðĒðŽðĄ", ððŪð ðŽðĄð ð°ððŽ ððððŪððĨðĨðē ð§ðĒðð!
ððĄð ðĐðŦðĻðĶðĒðŽðð ððĻ ðĄððĨðĐ ðĶð ððĒð§ð ððŪðŦðĻ, ðð§ð ðĒð§ ðŦðððŪðŦð§, ð ð°ðĻðŪðĨð ððŪðē ðĄððŦ ððð§ð ðĻ. ððĄð ð°ðĻðĶðð§ ðŦððĶðĒð§ððð ðĶð ðĻð ðēðĻðŪ.
ððĻðŪ ððĻððĄ ððŦð ððĒð ðŽð°ððððĄðððŦððŽ! (ðð§ð ðĄððŊð ðð§ðĻðŦðĶðĻðŪðŽ ðŽððĻðĶðððĄðŽ. ððĄððŦð ððĻ ððĨðĨ ðĻð ððĄðĻðŽð ððð§ð ðĻðŽ ð ðĻ?)
Her leg was nuzzled, and she turned to see Kuro wiggling its tail.
"You really like to be pampered, don't you?"
ððŪðŦðĻ ðððĶð ðŦðŪð§ð§ðĒð§ð ðĄðĻðĶð ðĻð§ ðĒððŽ ðĻð°ð§ ðððððŦ ð ð°ðĄðĒðĨð, ððĻðŦððŪð§ððððĨðē. ðð ððĻðĨðĨðĻð°ðŽ ðĶð ððŦðĻðŪð§ð ð°ðĄððŦððŊððŦ ð ð ðĻ ð§ðĻð°, ðð§ð ðēðĻðŪ ðĶðð§ððĒðĻð§ðð ððĄðð ððŪðŦðĻ ð°ððŽ ðŽðĐðððĒððĨ ððĻðĶðĐððŦðð ððĻ ððĄð ðĻððĄððŦ ð§ðĒð§ð§ððĪðĻðŽ, ððŪð...
She grabbed the toy mouse and placed it in front of him, watching for his reaction.
He zoned in on the doll and stared.
Just like a cat who was about to pounce on its prey, Kuro's mouth opened wide.
His eyes expanded and expanded, pupils overwriting everything on his face, matching that of his fur...
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Until it was his moment to strike.
"Yowl!"
She laughed lightly at the sight of Kuro trying his best to tackle the toy.
ð ðŪðŽðð ððĻ ð ðð ððĄð ððððĨðĒð§ð ððĄðð ðĒð ð°ððŽð§'ð ðŦðððĨðĨðē ðĶðē ððð ððĄðð ðððĶð ððððĪ ððĄðð ðððē, ððŪð ð ððĻðĶðĐðĨððððĨðē ððĒððððŦðð§ð ðĻð§ð.
ðð ðĶðŪðŽð ðĄððŊð ðððð§ ðĶðē ðĒðĶðð ðĒð§ðððĒðĻð§, ðŦðĒð ðĄð?
ððĻðŪðŦ ððŪððĪðĨðĒð§ð ,
ðððððð ððððððð.
ï―Ĩ ï―Ąïū: *.āļ
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A mouse sniffed the chalky power surrounding the metallic fence.
When it saw nothing cropping up, the rodent took a step forward and entered the forested training ground, munching happily on a patch of dried, white-like leaves blooming in the center.
"Squeak!" The sound echoed.
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Jet-black tendrils retracted themselves, dropping the body emulating the colorless flora to the ground.
The Forest of Death was once again struck with silence.
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Iroko means "cousin".
