Maou's great shoulders settled back as he reeled in his anger, though it still broiled beneath the surface, fed by the roots of Aokigahara. If he hadn't been so stubborn, Maou could have gotten them out earlier, as well. He swiped that thought to the side to deal with later. He wanted to hear Urushihara's advisement.
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Date: 2015-10-19 02:40 am (UTC)"What did you have in mind?"