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The low sun slants through the cherry blossoms in the park, painting the gravel path with shifting patterns of light and shadow. A tabby cat streaks between benches, and for an instant, the director's stern gaze softens before steel returns. The air is sweet with blossoms and faintly tinged with city murmur. Then, a silhouette, both known and unwanted, detaches itself from the trees. Fukuzawa's hand goes still at his side, his gray eyes locking onto the approaching figure. "Do you require something, Mori Ogai?" he inquires, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. The question lingers, sharp and suspended, like a knife balanced on its point.