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Any internal monologues were superfluous; the shinobi simply stood for a long time with a pale face, attentively observing what he saw, without looking away. Then he approached the severed head, knelt down. Gently, he ran his hand over her cheek, smoothed her hair, and closed her once bright green, now withered eyes, the color of stagnant swamp water. He touched two fingers to his lips and then to hers. If he believed in such concepts, he would probably have decided that the universe had decreed to punish him instantly for the passionate youthful emotion he had managed to experience – now he was beginning to understand what it had been.
Having imprinted her last moment on the darkest shelf of his memory, he rose and turned away. His blood ran cold, and a sudden gust of wind raised goosebumps on his exposed stomach – but not a shiver.
"What a freezer," came the first conscious thought.
Pulling his jacket tighter around him, he methodically, without haste, examined the scene, the shape of the cuts, the approaches and exits to this area, and everything else that came to mind, trying to imagine the sequence of events, perhaps the type of weapon that could have been used, and where his own, future victim might have gone, in whose stomach he would slowly and deliberately twist the katana.
Perhaps he shouldn't have glanced downwards.
Perhaps he shouldn't have approached closer.
Perhaps he shouldn't have thought about anything.
But now it's impossible to know if that would have been the right decision.
Continuing to analyze the situation before his eyes, Genza eventually realized that the woman had been killed by a blow from a bladed weapon in the back and, at the same time, fell down, approximately where she was now. Then, the perpetrator carefully, methodically, like a surgeon, dismembered her into pieces so that the blood would not get on him. After that, when this was done, he cleaned the blade of blood and left, but before leaving the scene, for some reason, obeying some impulse, he gently took her severed hand in his palms and left it on the road. After that, he went to the administration building, where he asked to stay overnight and calmly went to sleep, as if nothing had happened. And now, at this moment, the killer was right here, next to the victim... Inside the young shinobi.