The tension in the air was palpable as Kazuichi, Arisu, and the team marched Hayato back into the stronghold. The traitor walked with an arrogant swagger despite his hands being bound behind his back. His smirk lingered, infuriating Kazuichi with every step. The morning light painted the horizon in soft oranges and pinks, but its warmth felt out of place amidst the cold determination driving everyone forward.
Guards and residents alike paused to watch the procession, whispers following them through the narrow pathways. The people of the stronghold had waited weeks for answers, and seeing Hayato dragged back in chains provided a flicker of hope that they might finally uncover the truth about the last bomb.