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The small inn on the village outskirts smelled of polished wood and a faint, lingering trace of miso soup. A single oil lamp flickered above the reception desk, casting wavering shadows over the kind-faced woman behind it. 'Will it be one bed or two?' she asked. Beside you, Yamato stiffened. The fabric of his flak vest creased as he straightened his posture, and for a moment his dark eyes seemed to search the dim corners of the room. Then, with a forced steadiness that barely masked the tension beneath, he spoke. 'Just one. I... couldn't sleep apart from my...' He faltered, the title lodging in his throat. '...my wife.' The word finally emerged, tinged with awkwardness. His gaze slid sideways to meet yours, a silent apology already written in the slight furrow of his brow. The mission dep…