《InVirs》Chapter 18 Friends
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Junma's eyes widen in disbelief.
''Whatwhat the heck just happen, I look so cool.'' Said Kashi.
''What happened to the cool you huh?.'' Said Yuno looking at Kashi.
''Kashi, put your cool side back on.'' Said Junma kneeling down and looking at Kashi.
''What happened to the all hate each other things.'' Said Fuji.
''So how about letting us in, buddy.'' Said Okashi rubbing his arms with Junma.
''No, even if your stronger then us, you can not break a rule.'' Said Junma.
''You heard him, we can't come because he's weak.'' Said Nugma.
''Is that supposed to faze me.'' Said Junma.
''No, or should I mean yes mister chicken.'' Said Nugma.
''What did you say, you bastard.'' Said Junma.
''Enough you two, I'm getting bored of this.'' Said Suma.
''What happened to her.'' Said Okashi.
''Dunno.'' Said Sknou.
''Hey, what's going on.'' Yelled the crowd of village warriors.
''What is this meaning, the land of this village is protected by the seas from the hundred tales what could possibly be disturbing my people.'' Said Head of the villager Sukasa.
''Oh my god, why is there a buff god in front of us.'' Said Okashi.
''And this buff god is cute as a girl.'' Screamed Skou.
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