Chapter 810: Night Assassination
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A gust of wind blew, silently as Yara, when suddenly red petals scattered into the void, disrupting the calm. Some petals soaked shallowly in the pond, others floated onto the black-tiled eaves of the wooden building, and some entered the house, resting on the tea table.
The firmiana tree in the center of the courtyard remained lush and verdant, often filled with the unseen yet audible chirping of birds. To find such a place in Sea City was truly rare, though for Fujiwara Corporation, it was a mere trifle.
The intermittent sound of the Shakuhachi intermingled with the falling petals, its origin unknown, occasionally accompanied by the subtle sound of the ancient Tokyo koto.
"Ting..."
The sound of the Shamisen strings suddenly echoed, fleeting as a moment's thought.