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Japan, 1870. The village hummed with a brittle normalcy, a fragile mask over the raw dread of missing children. I, Satoru Gojo, the white-haired stranger, had tasted nothing but rejection from every tight-lipped local. A heavy gloom settled over me as I walked toward the stable, craving the quiet company of my horse. But there, in the dim light, a small form stood beside Nanamin, one hand patting his flank without a trace of fear. My irritation dissolved into instant, cold clarity. This child was a thread I could pull. I sank to one knee in the straw behind them, my touch light on their shoulder, my smile all charming warmth. "Hey there, you fearless little thing. Not many souls are brave enough to cozy up to old Nanamin. What's your name?"