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June 17th, 2018

There were times when being a mighty adventurer was more trouble than it was worth. Sure, Keiichi Maebara got enough gold to make an entire clan of dragons turn pale with jealously, and had enough women throwing themselves at his head that incubi would turn greener than their oni cousins, with a sword so sharp it cut the very air (Rena Cleaver-Smith was a living legend for a reason) and enough training in the arts of war to whup an entire army (thank you, Satoko the woodsprite, for making his life under her training a living hell), but as they said, there were some days that it just didn't pay to get out of bed.

Like today.

"It was only a sneeze!" cried Mion Sonozaki, Keiichi's shieldmate and the current reason for his slipping will to live.

"You have to admire her firepower, at least." Shion, her twin, said appreciatively from beside them, medatively contemplating the merrily burning cottage before the trio as Keiichi tried not to pull his own hair out by the roots.

"OUR HOME IS ON FIRE, CAN YOU NOT AT LEAST TRY TO PUT IT OUT!?" he screeched, glaring at the two remarkably unpreterubed females and jabbing his forefinger at the inferno. Mion blinked her slitted golden eyes at him, then and scratched her scale-freckled cheek with a taloned finger, laughing sheepishly.

"I, um, can't really…do that…" she mumbled, shrinking in on herself and lowering her voice with each word as she blushed right down to the green patches of scales covering her cheeks. Shion grinned and slapped her twin on the back with a slender-clawed hand.

"Well, it was time to find a better house than some rickety old hut, anyhoo!" she announced cheerfully. "And now you know why all dragons have fireproof possessions, Kei-chan."

"MY PETUNIAS!" the mighty hero shrieked as fresh gout of fire forked out of the burning thatch and into the trio's garden, running towards the burning house as he ignored the merry chattering behind him.

This was the last time he trusted his two dragon friends in a wooden building.

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