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... > Kanzaki Ryoma didn't hesitate. His voice was sharp and to the point.

Kurona gave him her location without delay.

"Stay right there. I'll be there soon."

He ended the call and immediately took off, heading straight for the coordinates she gave him.

There was no way he was letting Nashiro die because he was too slow.

...

It didn't take long before Ryoma arrived at the spot Kurona had described.

Overgrown weeds surrounded a crumbling, abando ...

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