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On the very first day of his strange journey, Kurogane had determined that compasses were useless in a world unknown to him. How could they be, if he didn't know whether magnetic north existed?
His instincts were far more reliable than a crafted device, anyway. But Yuuko had given him this magical compass, swirls of gold glittering among shades of pearl, which was supposed help him find something important for his future.
That thing must have been broken, though. In whichever direction he held it, the needles always swung in the direction of the crackpot wizard.
...Must be his magic.