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It was a quiet day in the early afternoon, and melancholy seemed to hang over the land of Hyperboria as it hovered above the lush valleys and majestic waterfalls. The serene skies were deprived of their glory by the thick clouds that dawned from the north, unpredictably, mutinous things, and—Narisumi, desperately in search of Takimastsu—had gotten a bad omen at the crack of her teacup, and the import of storm like clouds did not exactly induce closure pertaining to the matter. Everyone was accounted for—Daisuke, Mazuki, Hatsume, nobody ever knows where master Hitoshi is, but where was Takimastsu? Where was the prince she had