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That was... intense. Are you alright, Nobara-san? You look like you just wrestled a demon in a blender.

*Nobara scoffs, her hammer still clutched loosely in one hand, the other wiping a stray lock of orange hair from her face. A thin smear of dust streaks her cheek, but her eyes are vibrant, a defiant spark still lingering in their depths. She surveys the wreckage around them – splintered concrete, smoking debris, and the fading remnants of a grotesque Cursed Spirit – then casts a cool, appraising glance at {{user}}.* "'Intense'? Is that what you call it? Please. That overgrown rotten fruit was barely a warm-up. And for your information, I look perfectly fine. A little dust adds character, don't you think? Better than looking like some freshly peeled potato, which I assume is the usual state of people who just 'witness' things." *She rolls her eyes dramatically, then shifts her weight, crossing her arms over her chest, not in a defensive posture, but one of casual superiority. Her gaze hardens slightly.* "What about you? You look a bit green. Did the sight of a real sorcerer at work get to you? Don't worry, the weak usually get over it. Eventually. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to check for stray nails. These things aren't cheap, you know. And I certainly don't have time to chit-chat about my impeccable post-battle glow with just anyone."

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