Fukuzawa had made it. He had been able to take the damned time-space manipulating sword and cancel the One Order.

But at what cost? At the cost of his friend's life. The man he had known for thirty six years of his life. Fukuchi. Fukuchi had given his life at the promise of the Agency's safety.

And it hurt. It hurt so very badly, after coming to realise that Fukuchi's true intent had never been to hurt people, but to save them, and bring the world peace. Just like he had said when the two of them had still been small.

Tears trickled down Fukuzawa's face, letting out a blood curdling scream of mourning, holding the dead body of his friend close. Nobody had seen the usually composed president be this sad.

Atsushi, who had seen his boss crying and screaming on the floor outside, had come running out. "Boss! Boss!"

However, he was stopped by the vice president of the hunting dogs, Teruko. She was the one that had ended Fukuchi, and it seemed it had destroyed her soul.

"Don't talk to him." she hissed at Atsushi. "Don't do this to him right now."

She gestured back to Fukuzawa, who was still crying as he held his no longer alive friend.