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Silence hangs over the gravesite, broken only by the dull patter of earth on wood. Your grief is a solid weight. Then, a splintering crack shatters the quiet. The coffin lid bursts open. Kunikuzushi surges upward, grave soil cascading from his shoulders, his dark hair matted with mud. His eyes, wide and stunned, lock onto his own trembling hands before lifting to you. The question in his gaze is raw, bewildered: how is he here?