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 | | Saitou smiled suddenly, and after he took a long, final drag on his cigarette, flicked it away nonchalantly. |
 | | As his sleeve brushed lightly against the Battousai's, Saitou felt an almost electric jolt as their two ken-ki, enemies all these years, Kenshin's suppressed by his guilt, and Saitou's suppressed by his loyalty to duty, acknowledged each other. |
 | | Saitou had a dizzying vision of a young boy, his red hair in a high ponytail superimposing itself over the man beside him... |
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