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Hasebe rubbed his temples. "Mutsunokami, put the pebble down. We're supposed to protect history, not collect rocks."
"Eh? It's a cool pebble! I'm keeping it."
"Dammit! What if that pebble is part of history? Put it back where you found it, or so help me-"
"My, my, Hasebe, you seem a bit on edge. Are you unprepared for what's next?" Nikkari joined in teasingly.
"Wh- what the hell? Aruji made me leader; of course I'm prepared!" Defensively, Hasebe stuttered out his answer.
"Hm... You haven't been at the citadel that long, though. You aren't very experienced, are you?"
"Make another double entendre, and I'll cut you where you stand."
"Are you sure this is where the boss is?" Namazuo asked.
"I'm sure of it." Hasebe replied, continuing to walk.
Dead end. "Dammit!" He swore under his breath.
"Sheesh, your sense of direction is horrible," Mutsunokami commented as they were sent back to the citadel.
"Namazuo, what the hell are you holding?" Hasebe knew the answer in his soul, but asked anyway, despite being in the heat of battle.
"It's horse manure! Here, catch!"
SPLAT!
"Why, you... Aruji just washed this! How dare you!"
"Hey, I told you to catch it!"
"Hasebe-!!" Hirano's voice chimed in, and Hasebe felt a blow to his chest.
He woke up in the infirmary. Shit. Looks like they would have to retry the mission again.