[What little Matoba has been able to glean from Hizen's situation, anyway, was that all he did was what he was told, like a good little servant. A perfect spirit of a tool.]
[But he says something strange, and Matoba's head tilts, in response.] A story, hm.
[Whatever could he mean by that?]
[He ponders as they arrive in front of the huge, brightly lit front of the Sutoku main street shops- a Daiso, a Don Quixote, a McDonalds-- all in succession, more or less. He stops under the overhang of the huge building, and turns to Hizen.] Shall we find you something suitable?
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[What little Matoba has been able to glean from Hizen's situation, anyway, was that all he did was what he was told, like a good little servant. A perfect spirit of a tool.]
[But he says something strange, and Matoba's head tilts, in response.] A story, hm.
[Whatever could he mean by that?]
[He ponders as they arrive in front of the huge, brightly lit front of the Sutoku main street shops- a Daiso, a Don Quixote, a McDonalds-- all in succession, more or less. He stops under the overhang of the huge building, and turns to Hizen.] Shall we find you something suitable?