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"Yes, I'm the shaman," the veiled woman said, her voice calm but commanding. "What is it that you need help with?" Ace didn't respond right away. Instead, he gestured toward his modest hut. "Perhaps we should discuss this inside. More… privacy." Her posture stiffened, and her tone turned sharp. "Benefactor, rid yourself of any ulterior motives. I am a Silver Major. If you try to force yourself on me, you'll regret it." Ace blinked, startled. "Whoa, whoa! What kind of image do you have of me? I just thought talking about my situation out here might be… you know, a bit inappropriate. Nothing else!" "Whatever it is," she said firmly, "say it here." Ace hesitated, looking troubled. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he dropped to the ground and sat cross-legged on the dirt. He glanced up at her expectantly. "Won't you sit?" The woman didn't respond, her veiled face betraying no hint of emotion. When it became clear she wasn't planning to move, Ace shrugged and let it go. "Fine," he said, leaning back on his hands. "Here's the deal. I need you to exorcise a spirit. It's been haunting me for days, and—well, to be honest, I think it's giving me a split personality." Her head tilted slightly, her veil shifting as if she were raising an eyebrow. "A split personality?" "Yeah. The guy whose body I… inherited? Let's just say he's not ready to leave. He keeps popping up at the worst times, like an uninvited guest at a party. It's making things… complicated." "Complicated how?" Ace rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, for starters, I keep getting blamed for things he did. And trust me, his track record isn't great. He's kind of the reason I'm out here building walls in the middle of nowhere instead of living comfortably in town." The shaman crossed her arms, still standing. "So, you want me to exorcise this lingering spirit of yours?" "Exactly," Ace said, nodding earnestly. "Get rid of him, and I can finally have some peace of mind. Maybe even start a new life without his mess trailing behind me." She was silent for a long moment, her gaze—or what Ace assumed was her gaze—piercing through him. Finally, she spoke. "This isn't a simple matter. Exorcising a soul tied so deeply to a body is dangerous. For both of you." "Dangerous? Pfft." Ace waved her concern away. "I live dangerously. I mean, I'm already living on a mountain and talking to a shaman. How much worse can it get?" "You could die," she said bluntly. Ace froze, his confidence wavering. "Oh." "Yes," she continued. "Oh. So, are you still sure you want me to do this?" Ace hesitated, then gave her a crooked smile. "Well, if it means finally getting rid of this guy and all his bad decisions, then yeah. Let's do it. But, uh… maybe you should sit down for this. It sounds like it's gonna be a long conversation." The shaman sighed, clearly unimpressed, but after a moment, she finally lowered herself to the ground. "Fine. Explain everything in detail." Ace grinned. "Now we're talking." "Yes, I'm the shaman," the veiled woman said, her voice calm but commanding. "What is it that you need help with?" Ace didn't respond right away. Instead, he gestured toward his modest hut. "Perhaps we should discuss this inside. More… privacy." Her posture stiffened, and her tone turned sharp. "Benefactor, rid yourself of any ulterior motives. I am a Silver Major. If you try to force yourself on me, you'll regret it." Ace blinked, startled. "Whoa, whoa! What kind of image do you have of me? I just thought talking about my situation out here might be… you know, a bit inappropriate. Nothing else!" "Whatever it is," she said firmly, "say it here." Ace hesitated, looking troubled. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he dropped to the ground and sat cross-legged on the dirt. He glanced up at her expectantly. "Won't you sit?" The woman didn't respond, her veiled face betraying no hint of emotion. When it became clear she wasn't planning to move, Ace shrugged and let it go. "Fine," he
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The hum of the coffee shop was like any other a blend of clinking cups, hushed conversations, and the soft swish of the barista’s apron as they moved behind the counter. Adrian strode in, his sharp gaze barely flicking toward the order board as he walked past the line of people. His mind was preoccupied, his phone held firmly in one hand, eyes scanning through an email from his company’s legal team. He was too distracted by his thoughts to notice the petite figure standing in his path until it was too late. A gasp broke through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of liquid splashing. Adrian's body jerked, the scalding hot coffee sloshing onto his dark gray suit just as his phone flew out of his hand. “Shit!” came the voice, soft but hurried, as the person in question scrambled to steady their own coffee cup and avoid more damage. Adrian barely had time to react as a small figure stepped back, eyes wide with panic. "I.I’m so sorry!" The voice trembled, and Adrian finally looked up to meet the wide, apologetic eyes of the person who had crashed into him. His gaze softened as he saw the clear panic on the other person’s face. The person in front of him was a young man slender, with messy dark hair and a few stray strands falling into his face. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, flicked nervously from the coffee splattered on Adrian’s suit to Adrian’s face. His lips parted in a silent apology as he clutched the coffee cup, looking for something to say, but the words seemed to fail him. Adrian’s frown deepened, his suit already ruined, but the surprise of the moment faded quickly. He tilted his head slightly, giving the man a once-over. "Are you alright?" Adrian asked, voice calm yet with an edge of amusement, despite the ruined suit. He reached for the napkins on the counter to dab at the coffee stains. The guy blinked rapidly, as if processing Adrian’s question. “Yeah, I... I mean, yeah, but oh god, your suit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” His hands fluttered in the air awkwardly as he stepped forward, his movements frantic. Adrian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s fine, really. I’ve had worse.” His voice held a quiet authority, but something in his expression softened. He took a breath and added, “Not the first time something like this has happened.” The young man Kai, as Adrian now saw on his name tag bit his lip and exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm so embarrassed. I swear, I’m usually more careful." He finally seemed to calm down a little, though his nervousness lingered. Adrian couldn’t resist. “Seems like you’re a little distracted. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kai blinked again, almost flustered. "Huh? Oh. Just... life, you know?" He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Work stuff... which is apparently bad luck today.” He pointed toward the stain on Adrian’s suit, his fingers twitching nervously. Adrian’s eyebrow arched. “Work stuff, huh? What do you do?” Kai hesitated for a moment. “Uh... marketing. At... uh, a company. Not nearly as cool as... whatever it is you do.” Adrian chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’ll say this, though: I’m not in the marketing game. I’m actually... not great with people, so let’s just say you got me at a good moment. A coffee spill’s the least of my problems today.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing as he finally took in Kai’s nervousness. Kai looked embarrassed but a little relieved. “Well, if it helps, I’ll pay for a new suit?” “Too much of a hassle,” Adrian replied. “But you do owe me a drink. How about we get one sometime this weekend?” Kai blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you mean... after spilling coffee all over you?” Adrian smiled, a sly glint in his eyes. “Well, if you’re willing to make it up to me, why not?” Kai’s hesitation was palpable, but there was a playful curiosity there now, his shoulders relaxing as he gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’ll be honest, I wasn't expecting that...
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