[ Kurapika pushes his hair back behind his ear, his fingers brushing up against the red ruby attached to it. All he has to do is will his broom into existence, right? ]
Pro populus meus.
[ And just like that, a broom pops into the air in front of him, the stick blue and yellow, accented by scarlet bristled. ]
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[ Kurapika pushes his hair back behind his ear, his fingers brushing up against the red ruby attached to it. All he has to do is will his broom into existence, right? ]
Pro populus meus.
[ And just like that, a broom pops into the air in front of him, the stick blue and yellow, accented by scarlet bristled. ]