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[save_theworld]

I'm looking for a friend of mine. They went missing four days ago but they're still in the phonebook. So they're still here, right?

Their name is Chara. They're a kid like me, with brown hair and red eyes. They have a green sweater with a big yellow stripe on it. If you see them please tell me.

Chara if you read this

Please come home.

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[elegant_and_proud]

I will try around the caves, then.

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[save_theworld]

Thank you.

[Text really can't portray how much they appreciate it.]

Are you sure? It's dangerous.

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[elegant_and_proud]

[Awww, the concern is actually very sweet.]

I have been teaching Chara how to fight with a sword. I wouldn't be a very responsible teacher if I did not go looking for my student when they might be in a dangerous place.

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[save_theworld]

Oh.

[They...didn't know Chara was learning. More than anything, it's just a surprise that they'd let someone teach them.]

...They must like you a lot.

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[elegant_and_proud]

[She hadn't thought of it like that. She'd been able to tell that Chara wasn't a normal child, but at Chara's age, she was already part of a mercenary guild. She's not exactly a paragon of normalcy herself.]

Oh? They just seemed very interested in learning when I offered the lessons on the network.

[Although she did help Chara once when the city was split and there were cave monsters everywhere, and made sure they had some food to eat.]

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[save_theworld]

They like sharp things. [They can concede that much, at least. Their love of sharp things was kind of...undeniable.] But they don't like people.

So they must like you.

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[elegant_and_proud]

I see. I think they appreciated that their age did not deter me from taking them on as a pupil.

[Or that's the impression she got, anyway.]