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... a Ginko

Looking at Kiyotaki Keika, who seemed troubled.

Yukima Azuma spoke up:

"This year, there's an official tournament for women, the Queen tournament. As long as you make it to the main rounds, you can directly become Joryu."

"Keika-nee will definitely participate. Maybe before the end of this year, you'll officially be a Joryu."

Hearing that, Kiyotaki Keika gave a wry smile.

"If things were really that simple, that would be great."

It ...

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