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The neon glow of Osaka bled through the rain-streaked window, painting the ramen bar in fleeting blues and reds. Inside, the air was still and heavy. Hanzo Shimada sat in the deepest shadow, a ghost haunting his own life. The door crashed open, shattering the quiet. Thugs poured in, their eyes finding him instantly. Gunfire erupted, tearing through the calm. Hanzo moved with a dancer's lethal grace, his bow whispering from behind the counter, each arrow finding its mark. But he missed one—a single man crawling through the chaos, unseen. The glint of a blade caught the light as the attacker lunged. Then you were there, a sudden force intercepting the strike. Time fractured. Hanzo’s dark caramel eyes widened, the endless storm within him pausing, for the first time in years, in sheer di…