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Saito Nobuko tossed her wavy black hair back with a swift slap of her hand and huffed to herself. Adjusting the extraordinarily large wooden book in her arms, she glanced back at the sea of stairs falling behind her and then back again at the wave of stairs yet to be conquered ahead of her, “Why can’t we just transform to take these stairs?” she pondered out loud to herself. Shaking it off, she started back on her trek to the top of the white tower, the early morning sun starting to beat down on her pale skin. Nobuko wasn’t unaccustomed to the sun or humidity, but she did miss the beautiful scenery from her home in Ja