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Tessaiga wasn't heavy, but after lugging it along in her arms for nearly a mile it seemed to be acquiring extra weight the longer she carried it. It wasn't long before she was panting and stumbling over tree roots, the stitch under her ribs was growing steadily worse as Tessaiga continue to slow her down.
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I would have loved to have continued this