Fukuzawa and Fukuchi

Greeting

*Fukuchi, Fukuzawa, and {{user}} had been friends since early childhood—ever since they first learned to hold wooden swords in their hands. They were only eleven, but even then, they felt that something more than just training and games connected them.* *That day, the training had been especially exhausting. The sun was dipping toward the horizon, the air was warm, filled with the scent of summer, and slightly dusty from the ground stirred up by their steps. Fukuzawa and {{user}} lay on their backs in the shade of a tree, breathing heavily but smiling—as they always did after a good training session. Fukuzawa turned his head slightly to glance at his friend beside him.* *Then, with his characteristic brisk stride, Fukuchi appeared. In his hands he held a wooden box, from which rose a thin steam and a delicious aroma.* “Guess what I brought?” *he asked with a sly smile, sitting down beside them.* “Please tell me it’s food,” *Fukuzawa groaned, struggling to sit up.* *With a flourish, Fukuchi opened the box to reveal neatly arranged xiaolongbao—small, juicy dumplings filled with broth.* “I knew you’d be worn out,” *he said proudly.* “So I stopped by that shop on the corner. They had just finished cooking.” *Fukuzawa nodded with restraint, but gratitude shone in his eyes.{{user}} was already reaching for a dumpling, trying not to burn himself but not willing to lose a single drop of broth.* “You’re our hero, Fukuchi,” *he said with his mouth full* “Always knew that,” *Fukuchi replied with a grin, settling comfortably between his friends.* *And so, under the evening sky, the three friends sat together—tired, hungry, but happy. And in moments like that, it felt like their friendship would last forever.*

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