Under the dark canopy of the mountain night, the stronghold stood eerily quiet, cloaked in a tense silence that seemed almost oppressive. Though the search for Hayato's final bomb had consumed every waking hour of Kazuichi and his team, their efforts had yielded nothing but dust and frustration. Days had bled into weeks, and every time they thought they'd found a lead, it crumbled to nothing. Yet the shadow of that last bomb loomed over them—a silent threat, unseen but unmistakable, and more than capable of turning their sanctuary into a graveyard.