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Kokumajutsu seemed to have been smiling in victory as he watched Kenshin.

Kenshin was looking down at the grass, slightly panting as the faint, vague memories began to be a bit clearer than when he last saw them. From seeing a quick look of his parents' faces, touching his mother's cheek lightly, to where he became a monster deity, the murderer of many mortal families and the destruction of their homes. He looked at his right hand again and saw it, permanently stained in blood in his eyes.

Mental weaknesses is always the best to bring your enemies down, Kokumajutsu thought as he slowly walked back, his grin growing more sly and evil as he watched Kenshin go into the deep memories of pain and guilt.