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... dragon screamed.

"Why did you call me father, vile creature?! Do you know where my son is?!" The samurai interrogated.

"How can you still talk after getting decapitated?!" The pink dragon asked.

"A noble warrior such as myself cannot be killed by simply removing my head! Now answer my questions, beast!" The samurai shouted irritably.

"I- I am Momonosuke..." The pink dragon answered.

The samurai looked incredulous at the claim and seemed to be getting ready ...

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