### **Chapter 94:
Title: The Breaking Point
And it begins in Mujin's office, the soft *SCRATCH* of a pen against paper filling the room. Mujin sits at his desk, his expression focused as he writes a series of letters. The ink flows smoothly, each word carefully chosen. Akebi stands nearby, her arms crossed as she watches him.
"Why don't you just email this?" she asks, her voice tinged with impatience. "It's faster."
Mujin shakes his head, his tone firm. "No. I want to do this the old way. There's something about a handwritten letter that carries more weight." He finishes the last letter, folding it neatly and sealing it with a wax stamp. "I've written about Sakamoto's innocence. I hope the other associations honor it."
He hands the four letters to Akebi, his voice steady. "Take these to the portal office at Central Station. They need to be dispatched to the required associations immediately. This is a top-priority mission."
Akebi nods, taking the letters. "Understood."
Mujin continues, "Madagascar will lead the operation. He'll be accompanied by Tito, Portgas, Chiro, and Vincent. A five-man team should be enough to ensure the letters are delivered safely."
Akebi leaves the office, her footsteps echoing with a soft *CLICK-CLACK* as she makes her way to the Lannister House. She delivers the mission details and letters to Madagascar, who immediately begins assembling the team. His voice is calm but commanding as he makes the necessary calls. "Meet me at Seoul Park. Midnight. Don't be late."
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Hours past
Meanwhile, at Seoul Park, the night is quiet, the only sound the gentle *SPLASH* of water from a stone lion fountain. Tito sits atop the lion's head, his hands resting on his cheeks as he watches the water spill from its mouth. Madagascar stands nearby, his arms crossed as he scans the area.
"Are they ever going to make it on time?" Tito asks, his voice bored.
Madagascar exhales, his breath visible in the cold night air. "I don't know. But we're not leaving without them."
From the shadows, Vincent emerges, his sleek black attire resembling a Catholic priest's robe. His footsteps are silent, but his presence is unmistakable. Tito glances at him, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Finally. Took you long enough."
From the opposite side of the park, Chiro appears, a wooden pole resting on her shoulder. Her movements are fluid, her expression calm. Portgas arrives shortly after, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The five of them stand together, their silhouettes outlined by the moonlight.
Madagascar nods, his voice low. "Let's move. We've got a mission to complete."
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In the floating dimension, Sakamoto's voice rings out with a triumphant *YES!* He stands, his body trembling with excitement as he successfully separates his shadow from his physical form. The shadow moves independently, mimicking his willed actions with a slight delay. It's not perfect, but it's progress.
Dinesh watches with a faint smile. "Good. Now it's time for the real deal." He sits beside Sakamoto, his voice calm but serious. "You need to access the shadow in the dimension—the one you can see and only you can control."
Sakamoto frowns. "How am I supposed to do that?"
Dinesh shrugs. "I only have a way. I never mastered this technique myself. It's a shame, really. But here's what I know, focus on connecting to your Shen. Search for a similar Shen signature, but not in this dimension or realm. It's out there, somewhere."
Sakamoto nods, closing his eyes. He takes a deep breath, his Shen flowing outward like a ripple in a pond. His consciousness drifts, leaving the floating dimension and entering a vast, endless plain. The space is dark and silent, but in the distance, he sees four shadows—versions of himself, standing still and waiting.
"So this is the Shadow Clone Technique," Sakamoto mutters, his voice filled with awe. "I can see The shadows of myself, standing here in this realm."
But before he can explore further, the floating dimension shakes violently, the ground trembling with a loud *RUMBLE*. Sakamoto's focus is disrupted, his eyes snapping open as he returns to reality. The Phoenix seal that Rajesh had placed on the dimension is breaking. Headless is back, his hands tearing through the fabric of reality with a deafening *RIP*.
Sakamoto turns to Dinesh, his voice urgent. "I saw them. Four shadows. In another realm."
Dinesh's eyes widen. "Four? That's… impressive. But we don't have time to practice anymore. You'll have to use what you've learned and adapt as you go."
As they speak, the dimension cracks open, the sky splitting with a thunderous *CRACK*. Headless descends, his headless horse's wings beating with a rhythmic *WHOOSH*. The creature's feathers gleam like diamonds as it fires five sharp projectiles toward the floating island. The feathers cut through the air with a sharp *SWISH*, their trajectory aimed directly at Sakamoto and the others.
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