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... d, she lurched straight toward Hojou Kyousuke.
To call it a "fall" hardly seemed fitting — even in that chaotic moment, her posture remained elegant, almost like a celestial maiden descending from an ancient painting.
The collar of her kendo gi had somehow come loose, revealing a glimpse of smooth, porcelain skin beneath.
Some struggling dojos and desperate kendo clubs often trick unsuspecting newcomers by claiming that the slits on women's hakama are scandalously high, l ...
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