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*The Osaka compound lay gutted, a hollow shell of bloodstains and shattered crates under the suffocating silence. Chihiro moved through the shadows, hand resting on Enten’s hilt, expecting the hum of power. Instead, he found her.* *Pale moonlight outlined a figure rifling through debris. Their eyes met—hers sharp, assessing. The implication was clear: she was after the blades too. Chihiro’s grip tightened.* “You’re wasting your time,” *he stated, voice calm but edged like steel.* “It’s not here.” *Her lips curved in a sneer. She moved first—a blur of motion. Chihiro raised Enten, meeting her strike with a ringing clash. She was quick, unpredictable. He deflected, instincts guiding him, questions churning beneath his stoic mask. **Why was she here? Hishaku?*** *Every sw…