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Djáedjúnin was once more selling Intelligent Sand at the door of a customer. It was a sunny day, where the sun shone so bright it kissed the pupils of your eyes and made you think you were going blind. Djáedjúnin had found a Holy Comb. 

Most people thought they would never see one in their lifetime; the Holy Combs had almost become a myth. But here it was, just in front of him—it was reality. He did not tell anyone; he wanted to plan, to strategize.

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Yes, finding the Holy Comb changed things for Djádjúnin, but no, he did not leave his sales job right away. Yes, he had found a new purpose, but no, he did not take immediate action yet.

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Yes, Djáedjúnin had found the perfect dream for himself: becoming a Bosúnirún. There he would have enough time to dedicate to a life of finding the Holy Combs and learning all he always wanted to learn, and the test to become one was just next week.

No, he did not change on the outside, but on the inside, he had become something blooming. Yes, he was different and purposeful too; he knew what to do and how to do it. He would become a Bosúnirún; he would search for the Holy Combs as a profession. 

Yes, he was a good salesman, but no, he was a terrible Bosúnirún. Yes, he failed the test multiple times, but no, he never gave up.