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He holds up his hand, asking you to wait, then moves his hand to the mask, gripping it as though to take it off -
Oh wow.
As the Yasyamon pulls to the side, the mask transforms into a small device, one you feel that's like your own - and their form changes... splitting into two, actually.
The first is another Kotemon, though this one wears white armor.
The second is a woman - probably a couple of years older than you, she wears black hakama with a sleeveless white kimono top, leaving her toned, tanned arms bare. She lowers her device and hands it to the Kotemon; they briefly bow to each other and the Kotemon scurries off, leaving her alone with you.
She turns back to you, running a hand through her hair - short and dark, like her eyes - and smiling. "Not bad at all. We were training, obviously... think like a civilian militia..." there's a brief pause and she looks slightly downcast. "... for all the good it'll do..."
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That makes her brighten right up. "Oh, sure! It's called Teacher's Revenge; it's not really that hard, but you gotta get the timing right..."
... it must be well towards sunrise by the time you're both done, but you're confident that you've got the move downpat now. She bows to you, and you return it, and that concludes the lesson to your understanding.
"We should get some sleep; it's pretty damn late, huh?" she grins ruefully. "Sorry to keep you up."
What do you do?
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