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It’s the last stand. Izumi and Kou have long since been missing. Kai is… No… he can’t think about that because right now Satou is sauntering his way with a blade in hand no doubt with a single intention in mind. Kei struggles to move but every inch is agony - his spine shattered, firmly anchoring him to the ground. Why won’t he die already? Satou is enjoying this - each step, a thoughtful click click in his direction. Without provocation, his thoughts turn to Kai and to his unquestioned acceptance. Kai… Why couldn’t he…
Just as Satou is at his feet, his vision is flooded with a blinding white light. Has he died? No…
“Sam, come home.”
Slowly inching his head backwards, he sees a helicopter up above and a man holding onto a megaphone and a railing with one foot inside. Satou focuses his attention now on the figure above, half-shielding his face from the bright light.
“Barry?”
The man in the helicopter is none other than the current President of the United States, Barrack Obama.
“Sam come home, your country needs you.”
“But I’m having an awful lot of fun over here.”
Obama sighs, placing both hands on his hips now. “Sam.” He says sternly. Satou does nothing, merely smiling his same chilling smile.
Sighing once more, Obama reaches to his side and pulls a katana from its sheath, its glint almost as blinding as the floodlight from the helicopter. He does a sick flip and lands on the ground just behind Kei.
His eyes glow a deep red. ….Could it be that the president of the United States was also an Ajin?
To be continued....??