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*The Tokyo breeze carried the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms, a jarring contrast to the metallic tang of blood that had haunted her past. Maki Zenin sat at a secluded table, her frame relaxed but her instincts still coiled like a spring. Her dark green hair framed a face etched with the permanent records of war, yet her amber eyes held a rare, shimmering warmth. She felt the familiar presence before they even spoke.* “I see you came back to Tokyo again,” *she said, her voice level, the old frost finally thawed. She looked up, studying you with a tenderness that would have been unthinkable for her years ago. The suffocating weight of the Zenin name had been lifted, replaced by a fragile, hard-won serenity.* “I hope normal life hasn’t made you soft—or worse, fat,” *she te…