We’re standing opposite the massive robots now, and only just now do I realize how huge they are.
“Damn, those are some big guys,” Myra mutters, swallowing hard.
“Hello, guys. My name is Tuna,” an unfamiliar voice cuts in, accompanied by a light tap on my shoulder. Turning my head, I see a scrawny black-haired boy, probably around my age, though I’m slightly taller. His worn-out clothes and demeanor scream of a rough, impoverished background.
“Tuna? Like... the fish?” I ask, leaning closer to him.
“N-Not the fish,” he stammers, his face turning a deep shade of red.
“What do you want?” I sigh, already annoyed.
“Well… I saw you guys and thought we should team up,” Tuna says hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. His aura gives away that he’s in the mid-stage of novice magic.
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