[ there would be a bevy of girls who might have trouble fumbling for a coherent reply under the Dragon's stare, but Takane is a bit of an anomaly among females. Rather than flush or fluster, she remains silent for an additional thirty seconds as she studies him. Nineteen or not, there's not a thing boyish about him. The producer looks younger than him, and she wonders fleetingly, how quickly he had to grow up. Most of it she knows, revealed on the pages of history. But there was a difference between the Masamune of old and the Masamune who barked out a laugh during practice, who spouted English at the oddest of moments, and who had earned her loyalty perhaps without even trying.
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I have nothing worth remarking on.