Cave of Ordeal.

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[Reign]

[justify:ar96wx53]Shiit—!

In his personal opinion, the moment was a long time coming, and should have come much more promptly. Without much doubt, Kazuma was a man of frighteningly simple tastes. There wasn't a damned thing complicated running through his mind. He predictably followed whatever brought him the best money and the greatest bang-for-the-buck. He found himself countless times charging into situations that frankly resembled suicidal, if not, more than resembled. There was no good reason, no sense of logic; it just appeared that something somewhere in his brain simply didn't click like his peers— if the word was even appropriate for a man such as he.

[right:ar96wx53]—perhaps death was what he was looking for[/right:ar96wx53]
How he despised these moments of intuitive, self-reflective thought. He couldn't help but fuckin' gag, though to those around him it would have likely been dismissed as one of those eerie little quirks the ORDER contract had acquired.

Glazing over the countless restoring fields of the once-devastated nation certainly didn't make the nausea improve any.[/justify:ar96wx53]