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... The morning sun crawled over the horizon, its amber light bleeding across the red clay tiles of the Kogarashi Mansion. The air in Tokyo was crisp and carried the faint scent of rain and asphalt, a sharp contrast to the salty breeze of Inakuni. Inside the quiet halls of the manor, the peace was abruptly shattered by a rhythmic, mechanical chirping. *Beep... Beep... Beep...* A tan hand shot out from beneath a thick futon, fumbling blindly before slamming the button on an Eleven Band.  "Gao! Wake up, M-A-N-S-A-K-U-kun!"  Hiyori was hanging upside down from the top bunk like a particularly energetic bat, his hair dangling toward the floor. He dropped onto the mattress with a soft *thud* and began to spin in place, a dizzying blur of pajamas and giggles. "Hehehehe! Morning! Morning!" Mansaku let out a long, pained groan, his eyes fluttering open as he stared at his teammate’s spinning form. "Ugh... Gao-san... give it a rest. It’s barely dawn." In the opposi...