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"When I kill a man,
I do it with my sword,
but people like you
don't use swords.
You gentlemen kill with your power,
with your money, and sometimes
just with your words :
you tell people
you're doing them a favor.
True,
no blood flows,
the man is still alive,
but you've killed him all the same.
I don't know whose sin is greater —
yours or mine."
— Ryūnosuke Akutagawa —
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Kobe, Hyogo, Japan November 22nd | 3:28 p.m — Hōzaki's secondary Headquarters —
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Ushijima rose an eyebrow before clearing his throat. He threw the pile of papers he was skimming to his side as he leaned back in his chair. Oikawa sat with his shoulders caved, staring at the ceiling as though he hadn't seen it a hundred times.
"Did something happen?"
"Nope."
"...Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I just figured it's about time I got involved in some stuff. You know, show you what I'm capable of. And I heard from Tendou that you've gotten into some narcotic business with the prime ministers son. Did you want me to handle it for you?"
"Mmmh." Ushijima seemed to be deep in thought. His eyes fixed on the floor before giving a reply. It could've been Oikawa's imagination but he swear he'd seen a scowl cross his face. He undid his tie, dropping it beside him on the carpet. "No. I don't really trust him. I can assign you somewhere else when something comes up. Okay?"
