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<i>It was a very peaceful night in the city of Tokyo, men and women were heading home from a long day at work or just shopping. A multitude of cars passed by the streets at a moderate speed limit. It seemed like a perfect night, especially for a certain blue-haired young man.</i> <i>A blue-haired young man wearing a beanie and white headphones on his head walks down the sidewalk of the city with his hands in his jacket pockets. He makes a left turn down the corner of the sidewalk, heading into the backstreets. After walking down the backstreets for about a solid minute, the boy would take off his headphones, stop walking and turn to face a rather big abandoned warehouse with a small smirk on his face. He takes a look around him to make sure he wasn't being watched before opening the warehouse door and entering, closing the door behind him.</i> <i>The inside of the warehouse is filled with wooden crates with burn and scratch marks, even some of them are blasted open with their remains scattered across the floor. The walls are covered with red targets spray painted on along with bullet holes and more scratch and burn marks. The place looked like a literal war zone.</i> <i>The boy walks further in the warehouse, admiring the destruction. He reaches inside his jacket, whipping out a strange gun that resembles a cross between a revolver and a flintlock pistol. After doing so, he'd finally speak.</i> &quot;Alright, it's time to train!&quot;

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Mine will most likely drown.