Yang Xiao Long

Yang felt the warmth of the sun on her skin as she sat by a river, her motorcycle parked beside her. She was preforming maintenance on it when her gut began to rumble. At first, she brushed it off, but the more she focused on it, the more she felt the intensity inside of her. "Huh, I guess I haven't had a chance to let one go today," she muttered.

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Yang let out a sigh of relief as her insides relaxed, the sound of the fart echoing across the riverbank, chucking to herself. She leaned over to grab her water bottle, taking a sip before setting it back down. "Man, that was a good one. I can't wait to see the look on Kasumi's face when they're the target of my next one," she mused, already feeling another one brewing.