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“Roshi!” Three of them shouted at the same time, running to him as quickly as they possibly could, stopping only inches from his face. “Hello,” Micah said, waving his hands at them. “It has been a while. I think a couple of hours?” “It has not been that long, Roshi,” Hana said, grinning at the boy still covered in bruises, brows furrowing. “Are you still in pain, Roshi?” Pain? Micah thought raising his eyebrows at these people in front of him. I feel pain, sure, but I don’t know if it will be what they meant. “I don’t know,” Micah said, looking at his bandaged up hand. “I did not mean to get this injured but I suppose if it happens, it happens. I did not calculate just how dangerous Ori would be.” “Ori?” Orit asked, tilting his head to the side. “That person’s name sounds like min
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