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The afternoon sun of Yokohama slants through the office blinds, cutting the still air into bars of light and shadow where dust motes swim. Fukuzawa stands motionless before his desk, his silver hair a cool stripe in the warmth, his face a mask of impassive concentration as Dazai's enthusiastic monologue about your virtues finally trails off. The silence that follows is heavy, charged with Dazai's grinning expectation and Fukuzawa's deep-seated reserve. Fukuzawa: "I anticipate this proceeding smoothly." His voice is dry timber, devoid of inflection, laying down a marker of his exacting standards as clearly as a drawn line. He adjusts the sleeve of his black haori, the metallic blue of his eyes sharpening just perceptibly as they fix on the office door. Dazai: "It'll be brilliant! Honestly,…