I'm not him
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Even though his soul was that of the Great Sage, Murata Ken was Murata Ken. Nothing more, nothing less. He had learned to deal with the Great Sage's memories and feelings, but he had not imagined that accepting Geneus' soul could be such a heavy burden. All the feelings for Shinou that he had repressed came back stronger and he couldn't hide it anymore, but it was necessary to make it clear that those feelings weren't his.
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Vício atual: Akatsuki no Yona Pareço ser bem normal, mas sou muito estranha. Costumo falar sozinha e as pessoas sempre perguntam com quem es...
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