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... uctor's helm tilted forward slightly, unreadable beneath its obsidian metal. "Mitsuki..." Kenshin finally said, voice low but clear"
Hitoshi's shoulders jerked. "Y-Yes Sir!"
Kenshin sighed, raising a gloved hand.
"You'll be given a fitting class eventually. For now..." His hand flicked lazily through the air, as if brushing aside rules like dust on a table. "You'll temporarily be permitted to join any class you wish."
The hall gasped as if one breath had escaped f ...
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