The boy took the pieces, nodded once, and ran off into the festival crowds.
"Your name is erased, Kiryu. You have no right to save anyone." like a dragon gaiden crack
He picked up the shattered toy truck. The wheels were bent, the plastic cab cracked clean in two. The boy took the pieces, nodded once, and
Joryu knelt. For a moment, the mask slipped entirely. The boy saw not the emotionless agent, but a tired, haunted man who had given up everything to protect children just like him. A man who hadn't held a child's hand in years. The boy took the pieces
Not the vending machine glass. Not the pavement. It was the seal Joryu had hammered over his own heart.