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Chapter 51: The Crisis of Identity Exposure
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2025-04-29 16:59:51On 3:15 PM, Wednesday, Kimura Trading Corp HQ, Across the Street, While his classmates sweated it out in PE class, Takuto Kimura was holed up inside a convenience store, peering through the foggy window at the towering building across the street.
His cartoon-covered baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, and his little face carried a gravity that did not belong on a ten-year-old.
“The third restructuring plan has to be delivered today,” he muttered, checking his kiddie smartwatch. “If not, that ridiculous layoff proposal will pass.”
The shopkeeper, a kindly middle-aged woman, watched the small boy talking to himself with growing concern.
“Hey, sweetie, you okay? Need help?”“N-no thanks!” Takuto jumped, holding up a juice box. “I'm… just practicing for my speech contest!”
POP.
The box exploded under pressure, showering him in strawberry juice.Ten minutes later, the store was filled with the sweet scent of fruit as a very stick
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