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"You can't go pretending to be a boy Miyuki Ryu!" her mother lectured her, and Miyuki cringed as she smell of fried fish, peppered fish, spiced fish, salted fish, and basically every type of fish you could think of, wafted to her direction. She looked up to see her father looking at her sternly, and she sighed.
"Alright, I get it. You must be a fish woman Miyuki. You must eat for fish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Heck, maybe we should go to the local shrine to give the king of fish our blessings!" Miyuki said, exasperated.
"That's enough Yuki." She hated when her mother called her that. It meant beauty, it meant something as soft as snow. She wasn't soft, and she didn't want to be known as the maiden who owned the fish shop. I want to be something bigger.
"Alright, I get it. You must be a fish woman Miyuki. You must eat for fish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Heck, maybe we should go to the local shrine to give the king of fish our blessings!" Miyuki said, exasperated.
"That's enough Yuki." She hated when her mother called her that. It meant beauty, it meant something as soft as snow. She wasn't soft, and she didn't want to be known as the maiden who owned the fish shop. I want to be something bigger.