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... dred men to collect rice," Tsurugi replied, and then he stabbed him. It wasn’t a fancy move. It was just a simple, direct thrust through the man’s mouth, the point bursting out the back of his neck with a wet crunch. Matsuda gurgled, his eyes rolling back in his head, and slid off the blade.
The entire confrontation, if you could even call it that, lasted forty-three seconds. The extended duration was mostly because he paused halfway through to finish his yawn and scratch an itch on his ...
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