Akira rubbed his throat when Sangre talked about it. It was true that it hurts whenever he was using it.. but he thought there was no way around it. He needed to start using it to speak or he never would get used to it again.
"Yes. I know how to.. though I'm still sometimes clumsy with the knife..", he said, taking one of the washed vegetables and starting to peel them. "Um.. Were you here on time, Master? To stop Harumi? She didn't found it, right?"
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