[ Minato Arisato: the boy who'll walk right past suspicious coffins at midnight, puddles of blood, and now giant dojos. He's not fazed by Manjiro's hollow gaze, only because he's too busy staring off in the distance trying to remember if he saw the dojo. ]
Why don't you live in the inn...?
[ Frankly Manjiro can live wherever the hell he wants, but Minato finds himself wondering whether there's a specific reason for living at the dojo. ]
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[ Minato Arisato: the boy who'll walk right past suspicious coffins at midnight, puddles of blood, and now giant dojos. He's not fazed by Manjiro's hollow gaze, only because he's too busy staring off in the distance trying to remember if he saw the dojo. ]
Why don't you live in the inn...?
[ Frankly Manjiro can live wherever the hell he wants, but Minato finds himself wondering whether there's a specific reason for living at the dojo. ]