The sarashi bandages wraps coarsely around my chest and I cut it off... my chest looks flat. In contrast the imagery of Mokuren's achingly bountiful, soft chest comes to mind... what am I thinking? I dismiss the petty jealousness as I put on my daily freshly washed black gi...Though something claws at the back of my mind. I feel like I'm forgetting something today… I'll deal with it later. Closing the closet, I give one last look at the poster, and give it a fist bump... let's do this.
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The Wrathful Lily
Fantasy · Wild_Silver
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