using this journal for tetsu, lawl
And lo, the mechazilla did deliver. A small fuda (well, relatively; it was still half X's height) floated down, sticking to the boy's chest. Try moving now~
Somewhere else, far away, Watari sneezed. It almost seemed like someone would be cursing his existence without knowing who he was, and someone was silently thanking him, all at the same time. Eh, silly superstitions. Back to work!