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"That dried bloody gash!" cursed Cassandra, kicking her nightstand. Cassandra was rather put out. The Grand Ball was tonight and she had plans to meet with the Prince, Ronald. Unfortunately that "dried bloody gash" Drezell had seduced him behind her back. Cassandra went over that humiliating little scene in her mind from over by the well when she had first confronted the saucy bitch.

It was a sunny day and I was inside writing my tenth inflation to post on the internet. Once I had finish writing the story, I began to proof read it and when I got to the inflation part I couldn’t believe how bad it was. So I ripped it up and threw it into the trash with my other thousand attempts.

The sun began to ease below the bamboo-studded horizon of the forest, gradually staining the sky a darker shade of purple. Everything looked quiet around temple that housed Tomoko and Kamiko. It was a gorgeous sunset; both Kamiko and her stately mentor came out of the large sliding doors of the temple to walk outside. Kamiko however was dressed up in her special outfit, the skin-tight blue rubber body suit which covered almost her entire body, except for the top half of her head. She had both her grappling arrow and her sheathed katana strapped onto their respective wrists.

It had been a couple of weeks since Kamiko began her training with Tomoko-sensei. During this period, she refined her skills at a rapid and efficient rate that impressed Tomoko. By the end of the first week, Kamiko was able to not only inflate and deflate herself with hardly any mishaps, but she could do so in half the amount of time it took her on her first try. Tomoko-sensei would start off each day at six in the morning sharp. If Kamiko didn’t get up in time, Tomoko would just roll the groggy girl out of bed and have her quickly eat her plain breakfast of fried rice and miso soup.