Entering the wagon, Yoshino's eyes were immediately drawn to the passengers huddled in the back. Their faces were ashen, eyes wide with terror, as they tried to stay as silent as possible. They clustered together in a corner, moving as if the tiniest misstep would spell their doom. The four outlaws responsible for their distress loomed over them, guns aimed and ready to fire at the slightest provocation.

Despite the desperate situation, Yoshino felt a quiet relief. The outlaws' attention was entirely on the hostages, affording her group a fleeting window of opportunity. Okay, with the hostages distracting the bandits, we might have the element of surprise. With their backs turned, Nozomi has a good chance to neutralize enough of them—or, if she's lucky, end this before they can retaliate.

As her mind raced through these thoughts, Yoshino caught sight of someone who stood out among the hostages. This individual sat calmly in one of the passenger seats, his back to her and her group, studying the hostages intently. Yoshino's brain went into overdrive. Who was this fifth outlaw, sitting in apparent ease while the others did the dirty work? Chances are, he's the one responsible for this barrier She concluded. For a moment, she found his fedora oddly familiar, but she quickly dismissed it as a mere coincidence.

Before Yoshino could make her next move, she glanced at Nozomi. Nozomi's hands glowed brightly with magic, concentrated at her fingertips. Good. Yoshino thought. She pointed toward the outlaw with the fedora, ensuring Nozomi recognized the additional threat. To her relief, Nozomi nodded, having noticed him at last. This acknowledgment allowed Yoshino to breathe a silent sigh of relief, knowing her best friend hadn't overlooked this critical detail.

Yoshino's train of thought was abruptly derailed by a whispered plea from one of the hostages. "Please save us!"

Snapping her eyes open, Yoshino looked towards the source of the voice. Dread washed over her as she saw one of the hostages looking directly at her. She tried to signal them to stay quiet, but it was too late. "Please help us, Blinding Justice!" the woman yelled, her voice ringing out.

Those words shattered the fragile standoff. Two of the outlaws immediately turned, their guns trained on Yoshino and Nozomi. If I get out of this alive... Yoshino seethed internally. I will personally throw you out of this moving train!

The atmosphere in the wagon tensed palpably, like the air before a violent storm. Every breath felt thick, heavy with impending danger. Yoshino's eyes widened, heart racing as she found herself staring down the cold, unblinking barrel of a Colt single-action revolver. A wave of dread threatened to wash over her, but she forced herself to breathe slowly, thanking Uncle Youya silently for the breathing exercises he had taught her. Those exercises were now her lifeline, keeping her from being consumed by fear or panic.

Turning her gaze to Nozomi, Yoshino saw her friend's body rigid with terror. Nozomi's eyes were wide, her face pale, even though it was hidden. Not ideal... Yoshino thought with a pang of concern. But better than panic. Panic could trigger reckless actions, and in this delicate situation, any hasty movement could lead to catastrophic consequences.

In a split second, Yoshino scanned their surroundings, her mind racing to find a way out. The nearest cover—a set of seats and a sturdy luggage rack—was tantalizingly close but might as well have been a mile away. Any attempt to reach it would be suicidal, exposing them to the outlaws' gunfire. She couldn't risk Nozomi's life on an uncertain gamble, nor could she rely on her friend snapping out of her frozen state quickly enough to act.

Accepting the grim reality, Yoshino felt a bitter resignation settle over her. She gritted her teeth and raised her hands in surrender, the movement slow and deliberate. One mistake, just one... She lamented inwardly. Her eyes fell to the floor, the sting of defeat sharp and painful.

Jolted back to reality by Yoshino's nudge, Nozomi's eyes flickered with recognition. She followed Yoshino's lead, her trembling hands rising as the magical light in her fingers dimmed and then vanished altogether. Seiza, perched on Nozomi's lap, looked aghast, his tiny face twisted with helplessness. The small dog mirrored their predicament—powerless to change the course of the unfolding disaster.

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Every second stretched into an eternity, the silence in the wagon becoming an oppressive weight. The outlaw's eyes bore into them, calculating every move, every breath. And within that tension, Yoshino's mind raced, searching for any flicker of hope in the encroaching darkness.

After what felt like an eternity, the fifth outlaw cleared his throat and spoke from his seat. "Well, well, look what we have here!" His back remained turned to them.

Yoshino's heart skipped a beat. That voice… it can't be…

The outlaw stood up, turning to face them, and Yoshino's worst fear was confirmed. It was her Uncle Henry. "Just at the right time…"

He paused, his eyes locking onto Yoshino. "Wait… who are you?" His confusion was evident.

Yoshino’s mind blanked, a thousand questions bombarding her thoughts. She managed only a stuttered, "U-uncle?" Seiza and Nozomi's eyes widened in shock, turning to look at her in disbelief.

Henry blinked, clearly taken aback. "Excuse me? Could you say that louder, please?" His Japanese-accented English only deepened Yoshino's conviction. It's really him…

Yoshino opened her mouth, but words failed her. Overwhelmed, she decided on an unspoken revelation. She reached up, her fingers brushing the kanji engraved on her mask, and removed it, revealing her face.

Henry and the two outlaws aiming at her widened their eyes in shock, mouths agape. The other two outlaws, initially focused on the hostages, turned to see the commotion and joined their companions in astonishment.

Henry was the first to regain his composure. "Oh… shit," he muttered as the realization of Yoshino's presence sank in.

For an agonizing moment, silence hung over the wagon as Yoshino and Henry stared at each other. No one spoke, and tension coiled tighter with every second.

It was Nozomi who finally broke the silence. "Huh… can someone explain to me what’s going on?" she asked, the fear of being shot now overshadowed by confusion.

Henry shook himself out of his stupor. "Y-yes, I… believe we all need some explanations. Just… let me do something real quick." He motioned to his crew, who promptly began escorting the hostages to the next wagon.

Once they were alone, Henry sat in the seat opposite his previous one. "Please, take a seat," he offered.

Yoshino hesitated but eventually walked over, Nozomi and Seiza following close behind. They all took their seats, facing Henry.

Taking a deep breath, Henry seemed momentarily lost. "Okay, can I just say… I honestly have no idea where to begin?"

"How about introductions?" Nozomi suggested. When everyone turned to her, she tensed up. "I mean, you and Yoshino seem to know each other, but Seiza and I…"

Henry considered this. "That actually seems like a good place to start." He offered his hand to Nozomi. "My name is—"

CRASH!

Startled, everyone turned at the sudden, deafening crash of a window shattering behind Yoshino. Shards of glass rained down, catching the dim light and scattering it in a thousand directions. Out of the chaos emerged the cloaked figure of Outsider, who landed with a dramatic flair that commanded attention. His arrival was like a scene from a legend, drawing every pair of eyes in the wagon.

Henry tilted his head, bemused and wary. "Who are—?"

With an air of undeniable authority, the newcomer straightened up, his mechanized voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "I’m the one who fights in the shadows so you can live in the light. I’m Outsider!" His words reverberated through the wagon, charged with a sense of destiny.

He struck a dramatic pose, his hood catching the wind from the broken window and fluttering majestically behind him. The effect was almost theatrical, transforming the ordinary confines of the wagon into an arena of heroes and villains. Every movement, every word added to his enigmatic and heroic aura, leaving those present momentarily breathless and spellbound by the unexpected spectacle.

Or at least that's what Life, in his Outsider alter-ego, believed inside his head at that moment.

Henry sighed, picking up where he left off. "Okay, rude. But I guess that answers my question. Would you care to join us for a VERY needed talk?"

Outsider seemed momentarily taken aback by the ordinary scene. After an awkward pause, he replied, "Oh… okay." He walked over, maneuvering into a seat beside Henry.

Henry took a deep breath. "Alright, as I was saying…" He offered his hand to Nozomi again. "Name's Henry Canvil. But please, just call me Henry. A pleasure to meet you all, although I wouldn’t mind if you called me Uncle Henry like Yoshino does." He shot Nozomi a playful wink.

Yoshino blushed in embarrassment, her eyes pleading with Nozomi not to take him up on it.

Nozomi, catching her friend's silent plea, smiled. "Nozomi Nakagawa. I think I’ll stick with Henry, though. And please, call me Nozomi since you’re Yoshino’s uncle and all." Yoshino breathed a sigh of relief.

"As you wish." Henry shrugged, turning to Outsider. "And you?"

Outsider hesitated but finally accepted the handshake. "Outsider. I... guess it's a pleasure to meet you?"

With the introductions out of the way, Henry exchanged glances with Yoshino and Nozomi, his usual laid-back demeanor slightly forced. "Now, with everyone accounted for and introductions out of the way… how should we do this?"