Tenma looked at the surgical kit sitting next to his ammunition. He thought of the boy with the bullet wound in his head all those years ago. He thought of the monster he had brought back to life.
He wasn’t a doctor anymore. His hands, once capable of the most delicate neurosurgery, were now calloused from the grip of a rifle. He looked at his fingers, tracing the faint tremors he could never quite suppress. He had saved a monster, and the weight of that "mercy" had bent his soul until it snapped.
Tenma walked to the window, staring out at the grey city. Somewhere in the labyrinth of Europe, Johan was smiling. He was moving pieces on a board Tenma couldn't even see yet. Every time Tenma felt he was closing in, he realized he was merely being led—an unwanted disciple following a dark messiah toward an inevitable end. "Tomorrow, we move south," Tenma said, his voice flat. "Will we find him there?" Monster Episode 37
"No," Tenma whispered, his reflection in the glass looking like a stranger’s. "He’ll find us."
"I’m looking for a pattern," Tenma lied. He was looking for a reason. He was looking for the moment Johan Liebert had ceased to be a boy and become a void. Tenma looked at the surgical kit sitting next
Should we continue this journey toward or focus on a flashback to Tenma's days at the hospital?
A soft knock at the door made him reach for the handgun hidden beneath a pile of medical journals. "It’s me," a voice whispered. Dieter. He wasn’t a doctor anymore
The rain in Düsseldorf didn’t just fall; it weighed. For Kenzo Tenma, every drop felt like a ticking second of a life he had surrendered.