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About Yokohama

Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

1) Ena, #MyNewFriend Substory

Minato and Kushina had their first real argument. It wasn't one of their usual one-sided spats, where she was the aggressive force and he the passive.

I’m standin’ there, lookin’ up, and it hits me. This city, Minato, it’s alive. The lights, the people, the energy. It’s chaotic but beautiful. I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster.

Containers are stacked on the deck of cargo ship One Minato at Port Liberty New York in Staten Island, New York