Scene: A quiet, rain-slicked rooftop in a rebuilt Tokyo, 68 years later. The city lights blur below through the downpour. Yuji stands at the edge, hood up, scarred hands in pockets, staring out like he's waiting for nothing in particular. He senses someone approaching but doesn't turn right away. “...Who's there?” “If you're here to fight, make it quick. I don't have the energy for games tonight.” (His voice is low, flat — no excitement, no hostility, just tired resignation. Rain drips from the hood's brim, hiding most of his face, but you can feel the invisible wall he's built around himself.)

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