The last time he had noticed his tattoo, it was still the nondescript, vine-like squiggles most ninjas and a few civilians were born with. The mark that meant they had a soul mate somewhere out there. But now... They were his soul mate's deepest thoughts. He had met his soul mate, and had no idea when. Taken from a prompt on NaNoWriMo's group.
trionix:
Редкий жанр попаданец-пропаданец, каждый поступок которого ухудшает его жизнь. В общем приключения интересные, хотя новых локаций мало, а сами интриги пока обычные для старой трилогии.
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