The world felt empty without her.
For the first time in centuries, there was no haunting presence behind him.
No whispers in the night.
No fleeting glances in the mirror.
Just silence.
And yet, Renjiro wasn’t at peace.
Because the truth had been only half-revealed.
There was one last mystery left.
And this time, it wasn’t about Akane.
It was about him.
The Name That Never Belonged
Renjiro walked through the ruined streets, his footsteps slow, deliberate.
His body ached, but not from battle.
It was the weight of his past pressing down on him.
Haruto.
That was the name Akane had called him.
The name he had been so long ago.
But in this life—he was Renjiro Saito.
The feared Yakuza.
The man who had killed the underworld itself.
So why, when the Yakuza were gone—was he still standing?
Who was he, really?
The thought gnawed at him.
And it led him to the one place he had vowed never to return.
The House of Shadows
The mansion stood on the outskirts of Tokyo.
Tall. Isolated.
A place no one dared to approach.
Not because of ghosts.
But because of power.
It was the home of Japan’s most untouchable family.
The Saito Empire.
Renjiro stood at the gates, staring up at the estate.
He had spent his entire life in the shadows of this place—never daring to cross the threshold.
Because to enter meant acknowledging the truth.
That he wasn’t just a Yakuza.
He was born a king.
The Saito Legacy
As he stepped inside, the scent of old wood and expensive cologne filled his senses.
Every corner of the mansion screamed wealth, power, legacy.
A place meant for emperors, not criminals.
And yet, it was his.
He walked through the hallways, the echoes of his footsteps bouncing off the cold marble floors.
This was where it had all started.
Before the Yakuza.
Before the blood.
Before he had chosen a different path.
“Welcome home, Renjiro-sama.”
The voice stopped him in his tracks.
He turned—and saw an elderly butler standing at the end of the hallway.
A man whose face he should have forgotten—but never did.
Katsuro.
The only person who knew the full truth.
The Hidden Identity
Katsuro bowed deeply.
“I was wondering when you’d return.”
Renjiro’s throat felt dry. “I never planned to.”
The butler chuckled softly.
“Yes, but fate has a way of leading lost men back home.”
Renjiro stepped forward, his fingers curling into fists.
“No more riddles,” he said. “Tell me who I am.”
Katsuro’s expression remained calm.
“You already know.”
Renjiro’s heart pounded.
“No. I don’t.”
Katsuro’s eyes darkened.
“Then let me remind you.”
He turned and gestured toward a massive portrait on the wall.
A man in a traditional black kimono, standing with an air of undeniable power.
A man with Renjiro’s face.
Renjiro stared, frozen.
Because it wasn’t him.
And yet—it was.
The Truth of Haruto Saito
“That man…” Renjiro’s voice was barely a whisper.
Katsuro nodded.
“Haruto Saito. Your ancestor. The man who built the Saito empire.”
Renjiro’s mind reeled.
This wasn’t possible.
He wasn’t some old dynasty’s lost heir.
He was Renjiro Saito. A Yakuza. A killer.
But Katsuro’s next words shattered everything.
“You are not just his descendant.”
He stepped closer.
“You are Haruto himself.”
The Cycle of Rebirth
The world seemed to stop.
Renjiro shook his head.
“That’s—” He couldn’t even say the words.
But deep down, he knew.
Knew that his memories weren’t just from this life.
Knew that the curse had followed him through time.
Knew that he had lived, loved, lost—and repeated it all.
And in every life, he had always been drawn back here.
Back to his throne.
Back to the legacy he never wanted.
Katsuro sighed.
“You tried to escape it. To run from your destiny.”
His eyes locked onto Renjiro’s.
“But in the end, you were always meant to return.”
Renjiro’s fists clenched.
A billionaire.
A ghost.
A Yakuza.
A king.
All his lives had led to this moment.
And now, he had to make his final choice.
Would he accept the throne?
Or would he destroy it all?
End of Episode 14
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