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It is the hot season. You are on a journey along the skeleton footpath from HIMAWARI out to JUJIRO to take care of some stupid bandits.
It’s been about two hours since you set off. It is <span class="mu-i">hot.</span> So hot that each breath you draw burns your throat on the way down. Your yukata is soaked through and bangs slopped against your face. The professor was right–this hot season is among the hottest you’ve ever felt, especially out in the countryside without shade to break from it with. You take another swig of cool water from your jug–you should still have enough for the next rest stop, but still-...
“Ahhh. It’s soooo hoooooooooooooootttttttttt.” Natsumi complains from behind you, her own sheepskin of river water hung tight around her right hand. She’s kept up irksomely well with your pace. “Lady Tomoe.. I think I might melt. Just scoop me up in your jug if I do..”
Your glance back down to her again. You noticed it about half an hour ago, but you’re sure of it now–she’s got something hidden in her dress. It occasionally up and along through her sleeves, a small, writhing jut. “..Hey.” You glare her down. “Have you got something hidden in your yukata?”
“N.. no.” Natsumi lies badly.
>Demand she show it to you.
>Let it be.
>Write-In.
