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My Pet Is a Holy Maiden – 73
A dry clang echoed down the corner of the morning residential street.
And it was not a single occurrence. Clang, clang, clang, it maintained a consistent rhythm that echoed and echoed.
Or so one thought, until the rhythm was occasionally disturbed. And there were times when you thought that it had gone completely silent, only then it would start again, claaaang, over and over again.
In fact, this was the sound of wood hitting on wood.
The sound of a wooden sword and shield used for training and a wooden staff clashing together.