[Haruto Mutou]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The Early Bird Nuisance [attr="class","rhythm"] "HYAH.  HYAH.  HYAAAAaah.  HYAH!"  A loud voice resonated early in the morning from Mutou, echoing against the exterior of the Dormitory buildings. The sun barely peaked out over the horizon as one of the newer students began his new morning routine of training.  Wearing a light blue tank-top and a pair of black slacks, this eyepatch wearing young man was swinging sword doing his own training exercises. Wielding his own family blade, Mutou opted for a cycle of striking methods with his sword.  A mixture of fencing, which combo'd into slashes or spins, and various fundamentals of Kendo sword training.  The sheath of his blade was leaning rather precariously against one of the autumn trees losing its leaves, as the ponytailed cyclops swung his blade at air.  Taking methodical steps back and forth, mixing stabbing motions with a variety of swings, his work ethic almost seemed admirable.  Until you take into account his loud "HEEYAAAH"s as if he was some video game protagonist. Hasn't even been a week and Mutou's already making himself a nuisance, especially with some of the students coming out of the dormitories wondering who was doing a rooster impression this early in the morning.  The ones who woke up to check on this didn't really do much to share their annoyance, opting to ignore the problem and hope it went away or wrapped up sooner than later. (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt

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[Freja Helt]

In all her years in Japan, she had never heard a morning bird quite like that one. Freja let out a yawn as she poured her morning coffee and stared at the wall. On second thought, that didn't sound like a bird at all... ''What kind of crazy person is up this early?'' She rubbed her eyes and walked to her room where she would finally catch a glimpse of them. He was a bit far away but... Yup. Mutou was definitely training. She didn't recognize him, or her, she couldn't tell from this distance, but she figured she should go say hi and stretch her muscles too.

She quickly washed her face and got dressed, not bothering with any makeup on normal days like this one. She should have worn her UAU gym outfit, but instead she opted for baggy clothes. With her aluminium bat resting over one shoulder she headed out to greet Mutou, looking at some of the other students as they seemingly ignored the noise and passed them by. Once she got close enough to hopefully catch his attention she raised her voice and waved at him. ''Yo! What are you doing, is this some kind of quirk training?'' She smiled, taking note of the blade. ''I'm Freja Helt, second year hero student. I don't think I've seen you before.'' She put her bat down as she began stretching her arms and legs lazily. ''I couldn't help but notice you swinging your sword around. Are you a weapon user?''

Haruto Mutou

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Fellowship of Weapons [attr="class","rhythm"] Swing after swing, twist and movement, step forward and backward.  Mutou was finding himself in a good rhythm as a new voice would call out towards him.  A young effeminate person would soon approach Mutou, calling out to him about this being a type of quirk training.  "Nah, if it was I'd take off my patch!" He'd slow down his routine to face her, planting his blade into the ground to stand firm.  Facing Freja, she introduced herself as Freja Helt, a second year student. It was then that the sword user noticed the bat that Freja held with her, reminding the young man of one of the family members who wielded clubs.  "Mutou, Haruto.  First year Hero Student.  First week, nice meetin' ya."  Giving a nod towards her, he'd watch the woman start to stretch and inquire about him being a sword user. Now his own interests were piqued, as he didn't anticipate finding another weapon's user so early.  "Verily, was trained in the ways of fencing in my family as they have no faith in my strength.  Might I make a similar assumption in you being a club weapon user?" Without really asking, he'd leave his blade to take several steps and crouch near her bat and placed a hand on it.  Even lifting it an inch to get a feel for it's heft.  "Impressive.  I doubt the Clubs Master within the branch family has a weapon as fine as this." Mutou was very much impressed with the make of this weapon, as it spoke the character of the person whom was stretching before him. (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt,

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[Freja Helt]

Take off his patch? That probably meant he had some sort of eye power.

''First week?!'' She blurted out, looking more than shocked. ''You're already training this early? You've got the right attitude for this place, nice to meet you!'' She returned his nod. What a relief he was so nice, she couldn't help but be a bit intimidated by the eyepatch. After all, it was always the cool, mysterious and brooding guys in the manga she read that wore eyepatches.

''Yup!'' She smiled as he inspected her bat, not minding his curiosity at all, or the fact that he was touching it. ''No fancy training or anything like that, though. I guess you could say it's just my weapon of choice?'' That made her reasons for carrying a bat sound kind of lame... She secretly wished her family wasn't so normal, and that she could have a cool backstory too. ''Right? A support student made it for me and those are real geniuses!'' She crouched down to meet him at eye level. ''You should make friends with them, you can commission them to make all sorts of things for you.'' She pointed over at his sword. ''That blade? Masao Ando is a third year student who specializes in forging swords and all that, I bet you two would have a lot to talk about.'' She tapped her chin with her index finger as she tried to recall something. ''There's other weapon users at school too, but I'm blanking on the names... Sorry! it's still early.'' She chuckled putting a hand up to her head. ''I heard a lot of them hang around the Body Improvement Club, though!'' She stood up and shook her legs, finally feeling her body wake up.

''So, you want to be a sword hero?''

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Sword Thief [attr="class","rhythm"] "First week," He affirmed, which seemed to impress the young lady here.  "Thank you, my family beat such sensibilities in me whether I liked it or not.  And if I want to succeed them, I must double my efforts so to say," He'd be forthright in where he came from, as Mutou would train from dawn to dusk when his body was able to handle it.  Though he'd soon inspect the bat and share his own praises and assumptions of the lady before him. She downplayed the reason why she used such a thing, saying it was just her weapon of choice.  "If it is your choice, then it's your specialty.  Take honor it in, Freja," He'd state in a matter of fact sense, right as she followed up on the praise towards the craftsmanship of the tool.  Apparently she had gotten it from the Support Course, which was met with a nod as she closed the distance at eye level.  "Hmmmm," Thinking it over, he agreed that a partnership with someone from the Support Course would be invaluable.  Though how he'd improve the blade, that's beyond his mental capacity right now. "Masao Ando, another name I shall commit to memory," Mutou would hum to himself, doing his best to remember all of that.  Then came a surprise to him that there were plenty of other weapon users here at the school.  "Heh, in that case I shall learn from them all and hone my skills to prove my own mastery then," His eye practically shone with excitement, before snapping up to the lady standing up to her feet and asking if he was a sword hero. "If that is a byproduct of me being here, then yes I shall become a Sword Hero," Mutou pushed himself up, turning himself towards her as he'd say without hesitation, "My original intention for attending was to improve my own skills.  This University is the best opportunity for me to improve upon my own skills in a short time, in order to best prepare for a succession in my family." A rather dirty grin grew on his face as he continued on, "And then I'll make them lick my boots for the hell they put me through!"  Definitely not your standard hero, as he would return to a normalcy(?) as his smile went back to normal, "It would probably be best to have a new sword commissioned sooner than later.  I already took this sword as is, I'd find myself disgraced if the future head broke the family sword in exercises and drills."  He laughed it off, giving a chuckle as he was unaware that he blurted out his blatant thievery of at least one of his family's heirlooms. (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt,

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[Freja Helt]

First week and he was training like the teachers had already scolded him for being lazy. Whatever Mutou had been through, she kind of felt jealous for the work ethic it had given him. Well, until the family comment. ''Is that so?'' She smiled awkwardly. ''Family can be harsh like that, can't it?'' She knew firsthand how tricky it could be dealing with family and especially old friends you thought you could trust, but she probably couldn't begin to fathom the hardships that had brought Mutou here. Maybe this was presumptuous of her, but she felt pretty safe clocking him as someone who wasn't just gifted a powerful quirk and handed a ticket into the school. He was a real hard worker, so they were probably going to get along!

''Right...'' She averted her gaze, looking at the ground. ''I should, but I guess you can say my path didn't use to be so honorable.'' She didn't want to outright say she was a delinquent who almost joined a gang, but that was the case. ''But I'm better now!'' She tried her best to keep her chin up, not wanting to scare off the hardworking freshman. ''That'd be a great way to learn! There's a guy in my year, he's kinda like a samurai.'' But she totally forgot his name. Some classmate she was. In her defense, they had never hung out!

Man, he was pretty intense... He should totally talk to Masao! Family succession? They'd have tons to talk about! When he grinned she couldn't help but let out a surprised chuckle. ''Is that so? You better show 'em, then!'' Wait, did he just say he TOOK the sword he's wielding? She quickly brushed that aside as she made her next offer. ''Wanna spar? I'm all about proving families wrong, and I haven't had the chance to spar with anyone since I got back from my vacation.'' She picked her bat back up and looked at him, awaiting his answer.

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Prelude to Duel [attr="class","rhythm"] Memories flashed in the young man's head returning to times of him recovering from the bruising along his body after his family's 'special' brutal training seminars, where they tried to beat strength into young Mutou.  "Harsh is but the surface of it," He'd admit here with him soon affirming this being Freja's path.  For some reason, she seemed to avert her gaze and claim that her path wasn't so honorable.  Mutou blinked quite blankly as she bounced back from that depressive state, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder before boldly declaring, "Your origins nor the path you walked should matter, it's the path you strive for that matters.  Long as you strive towards your desire, your path will remain true"   After his reassurance he took his hand back and he took her words to heart about meeting these other weapon users.  At the same time, he'd rather have it happen naturally so he'll take his time.  What surprised him the most in this exchange was Freja being rather supportive of him in this succession, causing the eye-patch guy to have a blush form across his cheeks.  Shit, his weakness, positive affirmation.  He definitely doesn't get enough of it in his life, especially in his own family. Thankfully she picked up her bat and changed the conversation from the support, offering a chance to spar.  Mutou took both of his hands and slapped his cheeks, getting his brain back in focus as he stood up and reached for his blade.  "I would be ecstatic to see what my senior has in skills after a full year at UA University.  Show me what I have yet to learn, and I'll adopt those skills as my own!" Heartily agreeing, he would take steps towards the sheath, placing his blade back within it and using one of the cloth wrappings of his sheath to wrap around the hilt. As he safety-proofed his blade to ensure the blade doesn't slide out, he would inquire, "Freja, would you care for us to use our quirks or just pure martial skill?" (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt

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[Freja Helt]

The hand on the shoulder came as a surprise, and she blinked her eyes and looked at him for a moment. She didn't mind it at all, although she didn't expect him to be so blunt and straightforward. He didn't even know her past, what if she was like a super bad criminal who had killed people? Well, they probably wouldn't let her into UAU if that was the case, but that's besides the point! ''You know, that's a really nice perspective.'' A reassuring one to believe in too, especially with how much she cringed at her own past and past lives. ''I think I'll try to believe in that too, thanks.'' Seeing him blush caused her to smirk a bit to herself. To think that he looked so scary with his sword and eyepatch. Turns out he wasn't scary at all!

It was sort of weird though. Most people weren't this honest about how they felt. It was almost as if she had known Mutou for much longer than a few minutes. She waved a hand dismissively, at his praise. ''Wait, wait, you're hyping me up to be something I'm not! You want a big shot look for Farrin O'Rourke!'' She laughed nervously. ''I'm no swordswoman, but I can show you what I got.'' She watched as he wrapped cloth neatly around his sword's sheathe, feeling a little relieved that she wasn't going to receive any scars from this. While he did that she swung her bat around casually and playfully, feeling its weight and warming up. ''Use your quirk!'' She beamed enthusiastically, knowing that quirks were a big part of students' identities. ''Fight how you always fight. If you go easy on me I'll hold it against you.'' She teased with a cheeky grin. ''Your choice whether we keep our powers a surprise or just tell 'em outright. Some people are really sensitive about their powers, but the way I see it we're going to be working together anyway, so it's better for you to know, right?''

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[Freja Helt]

''The eyepatch comes off!'' She chirped with excitement. It probably wasn't that big of a deal, but she couldn't help but feel like she was being let in on some big secret. ''Unavoidable?'' Wait, didn't that mean his quirk had already hit her? But why wasn't she feeling it? He didn't have a special eye either, just a normal one from the looks of things.

Then it hit her. Flinching, she tried to look over her shoulder in confusion, but could barely even turn her head that far. ''Wh-What the?'' So this is what he meant by being unable to retreat. He would just lock her in place, and then finishing her off with his sword would be all too easy. Talk about a scary power! ''Is that so? That's really nice of you!'' He knew she was probably more experienced than him, and yet he didn't keep this trick a secret until he could surprise her. She would return the favor in kind. ''As for my quirk...'' She replied smugly, before putting on a big smile. ''Don't got one! Sorry, I totally mislead you! ...But since we're friends now, I'll tell you something else.'' She pointed at her bat. ''My bat has a grappling hook hidden inside of it. I can fire it off to extend my range.''

His smile was infectious, and she couldn't help but smile back as she steeled herself. ''Show me what you got!'' Fighting someone with so much technique was honestly a bit intimidating, and out of instincts she tried to back up as she prepared to go on the defensive, only to awkwardly bump her head against the invisible wall, letting out a small, ''ow.'' Before her eyes went wide as Mutou had already closed the distance. ''Wah!'' She blurted out in shock as she awkwardly managed to deflect his attack, turning what would have been a devastating thrust into a glancing blow. ''You're fast! But I won't go down so easily!'' She drew her bat back and got ready to swing, only to have her bat hit the invisible barrier too, causing her to stagger a little bit off balance. With a surprised look on her face she smiled at how much of an idiot she was. ''Oh.''

However, before she could lose her balance completely, she tried to salvage the momentum by launching an impromptu kick at Mutou, her leg coming in from a sweeping angle to try and kick him away to put some distance between them. If the kick didn't connect she would be in serious trouble, and almost certainly open to any of his next attacks.

Haruto Mutou

[Haruto Mutou]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Quirkless? [attr="class","rhythm"] "No, it's called Unavoidable...  Note to self, clarify better next time," Mutou would attempt to correct, before doing a rare portion of self-reflection for future times he declares his quirks to heroes and villains alike.  Though she soon felt the effects as she felt a lack of backward movement, even pushing a little against it.  Soon she complimented his honor in this, "For I am nothing if not charitable."  That was the compliment going straight to his head, but soon re-grounded himself upon realizing she didn't share hers quirk. "And your quirk, Freja?" He would inquire, waiting on each word she used to lead up into what her quirk was...  His own eyes were excited until she declared being quirkless.  Quirkless?  He could feel his heart sink, as he recalled the quirkless members within his family tree.  Treated far worse than him, despite them having a physicality akin to the more respected members.  Mutou himself was no exception, as there was a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes.  Disappointment that someone so fragile was aiming to become a Professional Hero.  Yet, he buried those feelings as it bounced back with her declaring that they were friends.  A discrepancy built in his own heart between that utter disappointment and having someone who was probably his first real friend.  Closing his eyes and forcing it down, he would open his eyes and meet Freja's. She shared a bit of her own surprise, in that her bat had a grappling hook inside.  "Oh, I took a grappling hook from the Family storage as well!  G....  Great minds think alike!"  Nodding along as he remembered he took another one of the pieces of equipment to expand upon his toolkit.  Though, at the same time, they were both ready to start. Moving in for a lunging thrust, Mutou took full advantage of his partner's lack of movement.  Moving to thrust the tip of his sheathed blade into her abdomen, as she struggled to comprehend the best way to deal with this mental block of being able to move the way she wanted.  But she managed pretty good to use her bat to slide the thrust into a glancing blow whilst rolling her back against this invisible curved wall that became more and more curved the closer Mutou had gotten. "Not bad!" Mutou commented before finding a kick finding his ankles.  His eyesight was moreso focused on her body and found himself completely open to an attack below his eyesight, causing the swordsman to side-slam into the ground.  Freja's body fell completely out of his line of sight, as Mutou attempted to swing the blade to return the leg sweep with a tripping sword swipe. (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt,

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[Freja Helt]

''Ah! I mean, it's a catchy name! Sorry I'm not the best at quirks and all that!'' She reassured him with a smile and a dismissive wave of her hand. Should she mention the fact that she once had a quirk? It was kind of a complicated story, and it would probably take several minutes to get into it and she didn't want to ruin the training vibe. Maybe some other time. When she pointed out the grappling hook in her bat and he fired back with the fact that he had stolen one from his own family too she couldn't help but burst out laughing. ''That's right!!'' She pointed to her head, then his. ''That's our friendship connection!''

Then they clashed, and where before the invisible wall felt like just a nuisance, the terror of Unavoidable didn't become truly apparent to her until she suddenly had a swordsman trying to overpower her. She was used to fighting with a lot of space around her, and even in close quarters combat, at the very least she could keep an eye on that crate, or look out for that alley wall. Here, because she couldn't see the barrier that was locked onto her, her brain didn't register it the same way at all. She grinned when he praised her improvised parry, feeling great about knocking him off balance, she even felt Unavoidable disappear for a moment! Unfortunately, the sensation of no longer being affected by Mutou's quirk was the perfect distraction he needed to sweep her legs from under her, sending her down onto her back with a quiet, ''ow!'' as the air was knocked out of her. She took a short moment to recover as she sat up, smiling back at Mutou. ''You adapt quick!'' She made her way up and waited for Mutou to stand up too if he hadn't gotten ahead of her already.

He was great at being on the offense, but how did he handle an opponent coming at him? ''Get ready, Mutou-kun!'' Knowing that she probably couldn't do any wind-up swings, she instead settled for holding her bat horizontally, running at him as she attempted to jab him in the midsection with the end of it. Still not activating the grappling hook, because she wasn't evil, or looking to really hurt him.

Haruto Mutou

[Haruto Mutou]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Head On [attr="class","rhythm"] Mutou couldn't help but have a bit of a hearty smile and enjoy their current connection, though he put on a layer of focus once they started clashing.  The first clash was in Mutou's own favor for a bit, until Freja was able to get free footing again once Mutou was too close for comfort.  This gave Freja a chance to knock him backward, and the fallen swordsman would return the favor with his own sword swipe. With her falling backward thanks to the mind games his own quirk introduced, she would give him a compliment about him adapting quickly.  "I have to, else the worl-," Mutou would try to start a sentence only to first get distracted by the smile Freja wore, very much not used to seeing smiles like that for one, and then realizing he didn't have anywhere for that sentence to go to. Instead he chose to take the opportunity to get back up to his feet, and watched as Freja would charge right into him.  It was on another level as to how fast she closed the distance on him, along with the bat that had slammed into his midsection.  "GUFAAWWWH," Mutou coughed out, being rather winded.  Yeah, Freja was quite a capable warrior that could even give the Mutou Patriarch a run for his money in physicality alone. Yet, Mutou wouldn't be discouraged.  Pushing through, he would keep his eyes fixated on Freja's bat.  Keeping it in a position to keep it from backing off, as he would push forward and hop upward.  Looking down on it, the bat would be either forced to stay in place or move upward in order to avoid increasing the distance between itself and Mutou, giving him a temporary platform to utilize.  Stepping on the bat like a vault box and trying to leap over it as he would move his gaze from the bat to Freja, aiming to get her running in a direction considered away from Mutou; and thus hitting a wall as he flipped over her. "Your strength is...  Enviable!" Mutou would cheer out, feeling the warmth of the midsection blow still fresh on his body whilst holding his sword in a fencer position once more.  Keeping his gaze on her as he wondered what she could pull off next, wondering what else he could learn from her. (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt,

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[Freja Helt]

For a moment she wondered if she had charged him a little too hard when her bat slammed into his midsection. This was just a sparring match after all, and if Mutou ended up in the infirmary the blame would land entirely on her as his senior. ''Hey, are you-'' Out of instinct she was about to lift her bat up over her shoulder, when suddenly she realized she couldn't move it at all. ''Eh? My bat... No way! You can do it to objects too?!'' She was so flabbergasted she couldn't even react in time as Mutou used her bat as a stepping stone to vault over.

This was bad, she needed to move and she needed to move now! All she had to do was charge him with no fear, right? Taking a step forward, Freja entered into a sprint right as Mutou vaulted over her and just as he predicted, ran face first into the invisible wall he created behind her. She let out a little yelp as she slammed her face into the wall and fell over onto her back, letting go of her bat. She sat up rubbing her nose as a big red mark had appeared on her forehead. ''My strength?'' She looked over her shoulder and then laughed at Mutou's compliment. ''That's funny! I was just thinking I can't keep up with you at all!'' A revelation that might be upsetting to some students, but Freja was having too much fun to be upset at the moment. ''What kind of hero do you want to be?'' She stood up and dusted herself off as she picked up her bat again. ''You have a really solid personal style down, have you thought of a hero name?''

She gave him some time to answer while she also waited for some of the pain in her head to fade away. When the time came to continue their match, rather than close the gap this time, she pointed the tip of her bat at Mutou and fired the grappling hook mechanism, at first aiming to clip his shoulder with the grappling hook itself, but then she yanked her bat to the side and tried to lash Mutou with the steel wire instead, turning her bat into an impromptu whip. It was clear that Mutou had the advantage up close because she couldn't adapt to Unavoidable, so maybe the move was to fight him at midrange instead?

Haruto Mutou

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Tables Turned [attr="class","rhythm"] Mutou was enjoying the spar, along with putting a lot of his theories with his quirk to practice.  He never really had a lot of practice with that little gambit of using other people's items as a stepping stone, especially since his family knew his own quirk and already had counter-plays in mind.  At least with the unprepared, this was a mighty tactic to play as he flipped over and forcibly kept her off balance with his Unstoppable gaze. Only to watch her sit back up, with Mutou moving his gaze to allow her to do as such without accidentally keeping her down.  She soon found his own compliment funny, as the lass admitted it was hard to keep track of his quirk.  "Hardly.  It takes most of my focus and concentration to utilize my quirk," Mutou shut his eyes as he was starting to feel the strain of Unavoidable's consistent use.  Sliding his eyepatch back down, he would find some temporary relief as this was one of the most reliable ways to 'turn off' his quirk. "Whereas you will eventually learn how to handle my quirk, and in a match up of skills and strength I'm sure to fail as I am now," Mutou was overly critical of himself in this capacity.  Though it was then that Freja would catch him off guard with a question of what kind of hero he'd like to be.  "Huh?" Mutuou would question, watching her pick herself up as he offered a hand up literally as she got to her feet.  Then he would awkwardly withdraw his hand, while thinking it over. "A strong one," He'd answer confidently and simply, only for her to ask if he had a hero name in mind.  "Well, no.  I never really put energy to such thoughts as I'm not the best in creative efforts.  I'll chase down and stop anything I consider wrong before me, but besides combative intuition I am rather dull.  What are your ideals as a heroine, if I may ask myself?" Soon she would indicate that she was ready to continue, Mutou would return with a nod of his own as she aimed her bat at him which confused him since he had already forgotten what she informed him about.  The grabbling hook mechanism would shoot its tip out at him, clipping him in the shoulder.  "OOH.  YEAH.  You told me-" He'd admit as he kept his eyes on Freja, leaving him wide open with the steel wire lashing at him. He tried to grab at it, but with wearing an eyepatch and not really good at his own reaction speeds, there wasn't any chance of that.  And thus his second plan of charging forward with sheathed blade in hand, but the whipping bat would cause him to stumble and trip forward with it tangling with his limbs.  "Heh, see what I mean.  I have much to learn," Mutou would chuckle as he pushed himself up again, "Much to learn from you, Freja-san." (tagged)⏤ Freja Helt,

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