Under a leaden sky, District 1 woke up shrouded in a fine curtain of rain that cast its melancholy over streets and buildings. The sidewalks, deserted and shining with puddles, reflected the gray tone of the day. The shadows of passersby, wrapped in umbrellas, slid hastily as they sought refuge.
In the corners of the district, closed windows and lowered blinds revealed those who chose to shelter themselves from the melancholy falling from the sky. On this gloomy day, the city was wrapped in a constant whisper of raindrops, a lonely echo that resonated in the souls of those taking refuge in their homes, seeking solace in the monotonous murmur of the storm.
But in a particular location, Kenzo sat in an unopened public cafe, brewing himself a coffee as he waited for the appointed hour. He made sure to give the location to the CCG, and they were most likely on their way to his location.
"Today is the day..." Kenzo murmured as he looked at the black turmoil where he carried his blood Quinque. He didn't know if he was stronger than Arima, but he would definitely win because if he lost, he would have no choice but to resort to a dishonorable strategy. But he would make sure to win, wanting to end all of this once and for all.
"Maybe reading a bit will serve to calm the excitement I feel," Kenzo thought as he picked up a book from a shelf and began to recite.
"These final tears I offer you, idol of metal, hard image, as a tithe of my sorrows and madness, if I deserve your mercy to receive them."
"With this gift, I enrich your altars with the harvest of my misfortune, in sacrifice of my pure blood, like in the false god, Indian I seem."
"Answer as an Oracle, enemy, for you are stone, and goddess, and adored. Tell me if it is right that this journey continues."
"But what will you answer, being angered, if you were once, my sweet friend, soul of fire in a frozen stone?"
"Zz... Sir, humans are nearby!" At that moment, Kenzo received a sound and nodded as he set the book aside.
"Make sure everyone is attacking at the same time in different places. While humans are concentrated here, you must gain ground." Kenzo said as he cut off communication.
"Zz... Yes, sir."
The last confrontation had marked a turning point in his strategy. Before, he aspired to lead humans towards peace, but the harsh and ruthless reality had taught him that, to unite them, he must first conquer them. In his mind, a strong determination was forged, leading him to adopt tactics that would have been unthinkable in the beginning.
Not only would he gain ground in other places, but he would also prove to his father that his methods were the right ones to win against the world. Everything he had fought for was about to be demonstrated in a single battle, that decisive battle was crucial to winning, and he was absolutely sure he would.
"In the rain, children cry, thunder roars, and people suffer..." Kenzo walked towards the café door and muttered, "The fish will die."
"Let it begin."
...
In the tense silence of the night, members of the Japanese police, the military, and Ghoul investigators from the CCG prepared for the assault on Kenzo's position. Dark steel tanks were strategically lined up, ready to surround the area of the imminent confrontation.
Officers exchanged words gravely as they coordinated the operation.
Police Officer: "Everyone, listen. Our priority is to neutralize the Ghoul threat. Maintain formation and follow protocol!"
A high-ranking military officer reported over the radio: "Tanks surrounded the area. Make sure there's no escape. The Ghouls must not leave here alive."
"Remember, we're dealing with a Special Class Ghoul. Kenzo is dangerous; do not let your guard down."
The flashing lights of military vehicles illuminated the dark urban landscape as tension rose with each passing second. In this silent prelude to conflict, the combined forces prepared to face the unknown, knowing that victory would require courage, skill, and impeccable coordination.