The Man’s Decree

A black sedan sped along a deserted road in Chanaea, carrying Kazuo and two other emissaries. They should have been on a plane home by that time.

The emissaries had no reason to stay since Jared had already killed Jun. However, after buying their plane tickets, they forfeited their seats and remained in Chanaea.

One of the emissaries asked, “Where are we going, Mr. Kawaguchi?” Kazuo’s gaze grew hooded as he replied, “Keep driving. Stop asking questions.”

The emissary was frightened into silence and continued driving as instructed. The car only pulled to a stop when the road ended at an abandoned area.

Kazuo alighted from the car and stared at the mighty mountain ahead. He smiled as his gaze landed upon a primeval forest at the foot of the mountain.

“More than twenty years have passed. I never thought I would have a chance to return…”

After muttering those cryptic words, Kazuo darted into the primeval forest, followed closely by the two emissaries accompanying him.

palm. Two shadowy figures suddenly materialized in the space before him, and they charged at Kazuo, clearly armed with

two figures stiffened in surprise. After exchanging knowing looks,

of Kazuo’s hand, the two figures promptly reappeared. “You’re all a bunch of id*ots. The checkpoints haven’t changed at all

uniforms and held katanas. Confusion was palpable in their features as they looked at

two emissaries behind Kazuo stared wide- eyed at the scene. They

the samurais. Coldly, Kazuo fired back, “Ask

words. One

hastily with a middle- aged

to greet him, “Welcome, Mr. Kawaguchi. Why did you

single word, Kazuo strode forward and slapped Ono twice across the face. Ono dared not utter a word of protest and