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Burūmūn stood there on a tree breach trying to quiet her giggling. There was a deep slashing woung in her right shoulder, and most of her body was bruised. She shupo'd to another nearby tree consentating on concealing her reiatsu, which for her was very difficult because she rarly ever did so or needed to. Yet Burūmūn maybe a pyscho, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that she could tear throungh any lesser hollow with ease, but a menos or anything higher would take her out. Of course she'd give them hell before that.
Burūmūn was only being carful because she was in one of the deadlist places imaginable, the Menos forest that of her being her make her giggle with excitment. Yet there was only one thing wrong. She didn't know how she got here and couldn't open hells gate.
Burūmūn was only being carful because she was in one of the deadlist places imaginable, the Menos forest that of her being her make her giggle with excitment. Yet there was only one thing wrong. She didn't know how she got here and couldn't open hells gate.