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"General Anzai," Tori said, worried as he held him steady.

Anzai stared at his trembling hand.

"Those kids are crazy ass strong" Anzai said as he sweats profusely.

"They are a whole new level of nonhuman" he adds, he was lucky he was able to deflect that much attack all at once.

"You shouldn’t have done that, you could have gotten yourself killed" Tori said with shaky eyes.

Anzai held his side as he growled in pain.

"That Yuki girl kick di ...

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