[Namazuo would also like to know which sword spirit pissed off the jungle gods... (spoilers, it was probably yamato).]
Alright, I'm ready. [Not that... he can really do anything to prepare himself, but it's the thought that counts?
And it seems like they're succeeding! The vines begin to loosen their hold, several of them even unwinding from Namazuo's arms and slinking away. But there's no time to celebrate, because--]
Look out!
[The vines aren't so much letting Namazuo go as they are starting to head for Kogi.]
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Alright, I'm ready. [Not that... he can really do anything to prepare himself, but it's the thought that counts?
And it seems like they're succeeding! The vines begin to loosen their hold, several of them even unwinding from Namazuo's arms and slinking away. But there's no time to celebrate, because--]
Look out!
[The vines aren't so much letting Namazuo go as they are starting to head for Kogi.]