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The coppery scent of blood was gone, replaced by the fragrance of wet pine and rich soil. Fukuzawa Yukichi stirred, feeling the chill of the earth seep through his clothes, his silver hair tangled with leaves and dirt. The fatal katana slash had vanished, leaving only a profound and unsettling quiet in its wake. He pushed himself upright, his gaze sharpening as it took in the clearing—a stretch of forest marked for future demolition, a place decades out of time. Disbelief warred with ingrained discipline. He had died. He remembered the betrayal, the cold bite of Fukuchi’s blade meeting his heart. And yet, his lungs filled with air. His expression tightened into its customary grim mask. The Director of the Armed Detective Agency rose to his feet, the black haori settling around his sho…