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[October 3rd again. Don't forget. This marks the second time he's hit this date in Luceti, and the first time in his life since carving the words upon his pocket watch that he's met it without Alphonse. That's probably what hurts the most, this time. No closer to getting home, no closer to regaining their bodies, even though he knows that he's only a day away from victory when he goes home. The second worst part is that he's only one day past an experiment that stole those memories from him- that he had, in fact, forgotten. Hadn't even known what the watch or the date upon it even meant.

Tch... stupid place. For the first time in a while, he hates it again.

He's going to keep up with the annual tradition anyway, for Al's sake as much as his, so tonight at the back of House #23, some time after dinner, Edward will be seated at a campfire, occasionally tossing logs into the flames, with a collection of snacks, some books, and notebook paper piled around him to get some work done. He'll be there all night, so any nighthawks or curious passerbys are free to stop in and see what's up.]

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[Sensei... that's a teacher, right? Kinda like how he and Al stayed with Izumi for a while, maybe. He's assuming that's what the huge sword is for.

...What kind of teacher would give a kid a sword like that? 8|]

What's your sensei's name? Maybe I know 'em.

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[Sensei's name? UHHH... wow, what was it again?]

Uh, uh, Koshiro! Koshiro-sensei. [...] Do you know him?

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Sorry, no. [....] But that doesn't mean he's not around. I don't actually know that many people.

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Oh. That's ok. I'm sure he's back home. [Zoro scratches the back of his head thoughtfully.] He doesn't really leave the village a lot.