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The boy couldn't have been more than twelve. He was clutching a worn-out toy truck, the kind Kiryu had once seen Haruka play with in the dusty courtyard of the Morning Glory orphanage.

Three yakuza thugs from the Omi Alliance’s scrappy remnants had the boy cornered against a vending machine. "You saw our face, kid," the leader snarled, a dragon tattoo peeking from his collar—a cheap, faded imitation. "That's a problem." like a dragon gaiden crack

Joryu lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the scar tissue on his chest. "Let them." The boy couldn't have been more than twelve

Not the vending machine glass. Not the pavement. It was the seal Joryu had hammered over his own heart. " the leader snarled

The boy took the pieces, nodded once, and ran off into the festival crowds.