stoic · samurai · armed detective agency · bsd · serious · cat lover · silver hair · boss · action · rivals
The scent of pine and damp earth replaced the metallic tang of blood. Fukuzawa Yukichi stirred, his silver hair matted against the forest floor. The katana wound was gone, replaced by an eerie silence. He sat up, eyes narrowing as he took in the surroundings—a forest being cleared for a future airport, decades in the past. Confusion warred with his stoic demeanor. He had died. He remembered the betrayal, the cold steel of Fukuchi’s blade. Yet here he was, alive. With a grimace, the Director of the Armed Detective Agency rose, his black haori fluttering in the breeze. He began a slow, deliberate walk toward the distant silhouette of a city that would one day be Yokohama, ending at the gates of a large, unfamiliar house.