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... ut the little guy liked him for some reason and readily formed a soul contract with him.

"Now, what should I name you, little guy?"

"Woof! Woof!"

"No way. We are not naming him Poop!"

"Shii! Shi!"

"I decided. Your name is Pymon."

The Eagle whistled while trying to fly towards John and stuck on his face again.

John wryly smiled and pulled him off. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you liked it."

...

John caught up with Yuna, and when he ...

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