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Mura had noticed that a few contests were played up near the guild hall, and most of the guild members had already gone out to celebrate. He figured that he might as well check out these activities and hope for the best - sometimes, huge events like these drew in bad company like the uh… those from the outdoor summer festival back then. Was their name Slash or something…?
The snow had begun to fall without warning, so the outside had a layer of white snow decorating the surface of the kerb in the streets. Dragonbane Avenue had plenty of footprints from passers-by approaching one of the contests; a tree-decorating bout. A good start to enjoy himself on today’s free time.
Y’know, Mura hadn’t been able to celebrate Christmas back at home, ‘cause his family had a whole other holiday to celebrate at this time - coming of youth. But Mura had begun associating early winter with Christmas more apparently over the years - as if he was making space in his identity as a Midian-
Oh! That did remind him-
“Does Kumi-chan even know what Christmas is? She should take the day off as well…” he expressed his consideration. Kumi-chan, despite her… apparent age (still up to debate), had been working a lot to keep the guild hall and its facilities clean, and while it was a great help and a solid source of experience for her to mature… well…
She wasn’t a child soldi-
Wow, fuck that. He actually let what was written on the Sorcerer’s Magazine get to his head - really? Mura, you were more independent than that, and you knew exactly what the guild stood for. Such childish allegations wouldn’t affect you in any way - as if anyone genuinely found it troublesome-
Listen, if there was a problem with the way the guild’s view on recruits and their backgrounds processed concerning age, then in all honesty, the Magic Council should’ve stepped in a long time ago. Mura, himself, joined the guild when he was 12, and on top of being tutored how to speak the local tongue, he too tended to the guild that he pretty much lived in.
Ah, now his head hurt… why did he let that get to him? It would be far more suitable to just ‘out of mind’ the whole ordeal and do what he planned to do… find Kumi-chan.
“Kumi-chan!” Mura called into the hall, “Kumi-chan! There’s a contest outside; ya wanna try it out? They hand out peppermint sticks as rewards, and I can vouch that they taste just as sweet as ame ringos!”