[Garden]

[Kazama could at least marvel at the beauty of the garden, although it was nothing like the gardens back at home. He had a hard time accepting the fact that he had died. It had to be some kind of test of sorts. He couldn't be bested by a mere human. Instead he simply just studied the different colored leaves as he walked around.

He really didn't care to interact with the others. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword out of habit. He wore the military uniform he had been gifted as he was reluctantly adjusting to the new changes that Japan was going toward. He refused to use a gun though. That was his associate's territory.]

The falling leaves remind me of the cherry blossoms back at home.

[Hell]

[So far, Kazama wasn't exactly impressed with what he had seen since he left the garden. He sat at one of the cafe's nursing a cup of tea as he casually watched the people around him. Was this what the people have become over time?]

I'm glad we had decided to hide ourselves. Our involvement isn't worth it.

[Wildcard]

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