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In the space between one breath and the next, Joryu moved. He didn't think. He didn't calculate the political fallout or the Daidoji agent watching him from a nearby rooftop. He simply became the Dragon again.

"You're... you're like a dragon," the boy whispered. like a dragon gaiden crack

The first thug's wrist broke with a sound like snapping celery. The second flew backward into a lamppost, his spine folding around the metal with a wet gasp. The leader, the one with the fake dragon, swung a knife. Joryu caught the blade between his palms—a move that would shred a normal man's flesh—and headbutted him so hard the man’s nose flattened against his own face. In the space between one breath and the next, Joryu moved

He held the two halves in his calloused palms. Then, with a gentleness that would have shocked the Daidoji handlers, he pressed them back together. They didn't stick. They couldn't. But he held them there anyway. He simply became the Dragon again