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... miliar stiffness of the reinforced gloves, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. The red oni mask covered the upper half of my face, its stylized horns adding a few intimidating inches to my already substantial height. My reflection was a stranger—gone was any trace of the pathetic, overweight otaku who had inhabited this body before me. In his place stood something darker, something with purpose.
Even with the bulk of my frame, the black combat gear gave me a dangerous silhouette. T ...
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