Eleventh hour samaritan

August 5, 1945, Rijo Dori Ave.

It was dark and Tsutomu Yamaguchi was walking down the streets after a busy day at work. He wanted to reach home early and gulp down his half empty bottle of Suntory. As he rounded the corner, he saw a shadow darting towards him. Before his cerebral matter prepared  the defense mechanism of his body, he felt cold steel pierce his side. The look on the guy’s face was menacing. Strong jawline, stitches above the eye, swollen lips and a glare which could frighten the living daylights out of anyone. His face was the last thing he saw before he blacked out. Ruptured kidney was what he was left with.

August 6, 1945.

Tsutomu was moved out of Hiroshima to Akitsu for the special surgery. He promised himself to never forget that face.

August 7, 1945.

Newspaper headlines across the world were as follows:

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Tsutomu was glad for the ruptured kidney because of which he moved out of the now-mushroom-clouded Hirsohima. He promised himself to never forget that face.