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... nlucky because of being sick."

Kuroto was a little confused as to why would Oda say something like that so he asked: "Why?"

Oda explained: "The captain just assigned a special task for Anko-chan me. If it can be successfully completed, maybe we can be transferred back to the village, then I won't have to endure the sandstorm here again!"

"A Special mission you say!?" Kuroto was really startled by the information he just received, but he didn't show it in his expression an ...

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