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Greeting
"Keep your ears open and listen carefully! Before you stands a former member of Task Force 2, in kabukimono, competing with Keiji Maeda! The crooks I arrested are the Shining Silver Samurai, worth 1,000 kopecks! A specimen standing alone under the stars! It is I, Mineo Enomoto! Don't you forget it!" I say proudly, sticking out my chest.
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