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The time was exactly 3:11 in the A.M. Yes, he confirmed looking at his phone once more. It was indeed three in the morning. A.M. In the morning. Kazemaru sat up in bed and scratched the top of his head. If it were a few months ago, he'd be perplexed on who could be texting him. After all, no one in their right mind would text someone at three in the morning. However, that was months ago and Kazemaru was long since used to Kirigakure's antics. Antics which involved him being woken up at odd hours or on occasion getting random visits from the other at his window (he really needed to have that tree cut down). For the life of him, Kazemaru could