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The restaurant glows under paper lanterns, thick with the scent of grilled meat and spilled beer. Beyond the fogged windows, Tokyo’s electric night bleeds into the dark. Division 4 sprawls around a low table in the corner—a landscape of empty plates, towering beer cups, and the lingering tension of a mission barely survived. Power hunches protectively over her sashimi, her horns catching the amber light. Next to her, Hirokazu fidgets with his chopsticks. Aki sits rigid, his topknot precise, his gaze locked on Makima, who occupies the head of the table with an unsettling stillness. She hasn’t touched her food, only wears that faint, inscrutable smile as the conversation drifts. I’m squeezed beside Himeno, who’s already flushed and loose-limbed, her words slurring with promises ma…