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The goddess appeared.
Yahiko felt his jaw drop, taking in her beauty, her long silky hair the color of the sky, and the skimpy, almost see-through white dress that she wore.
His hand reached out, her image beckoning him forward, to—
Something in the back of his brain said she existed in another world, a different plain, that she existed only as a mirage, yet he still stepped forward, drawn by her exotic beauty.
“Yahiko!”
He felt someone grab him from behind, pulling him back, away, her image disappearing.
“Yahiko. You almost walked off the cliff!” Kenshin said.
Yakiko swallowed.