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The first thug's wrist broke with a sound like snapping celery. The second flew backward into a lamppost, his spine folding around the metal with a wet gasp. The leader, the one with the fake dragon, swung a knife. Joryu caught the blade between his palms—a move that would shred a normal man's flesh—and headbutted him so hard the man’s nose flattened against his own face.

The Daidoji agent landed silently beside him. "That was a breach of protocol. They'll hear of this."

Joryu should have walked away. His orders from the Daidoji Faction were absolute: Do not engage. Do not be seen. You are dead. like a dragon gaiden crack

"Your truck," Joryu said, handing the pieces to the boy. "It's broken. But you keep it. You remind yourself that even broken things get held."

"Your name is erased, Kiryu. You have no right to save anyone." The first thug's wrist broke with a sound

Joryu exhaled smoke into the humid Osaka night. "My name is gone. But my hands don't know that." He walked away, the cracked mask of Joryu now showing the faint, unmistakable glow of the Dragon underneath.

The boy took the pieces, nodded once, and ran off into the festival crowds. Joryu caught the blade between his palms—a move

"No," Joryu said, his voice gravel and rust. "Dragons are monsters. I'm just someone who got tired of watching monsters win."