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FALSE ALARM!
The handsome genius Urahara Kisuke is dropping out of the race. I can't last! I'm throwing in the towel! Quit! Give in! Fall by the wayside! Chuck up the sponge! Give up the ghost!
I know I can't win, I'm not crazy. One strong candidate is an incumbent, who did a decent job at what she did, and will get the votes of those conservatives who do not approve of the benefits reaped through cyclical change. The other candidate, Hitsugaya-san, is piercingly intelligent, endlessly dedicated, and painfully forthright. How could a man like me have a single hope in hell?
And the truth is, I just couldn't stand to spend that much necessary time away from my shop and my precious, cute employees.
[Private]
Asano Keigo-san. Kojima Mizuiro-san. Tatsuki Arisawa-san.
Hello again, nosy little schoolchildren. I wonder what I should do with you. And Sado-san, with his hollow nature. And dear, dear Inoue-san.
Too many special humans around you lately, Kurosaki-san. You leak. I can only hope this doesn't continue, especially not in this city. I wonder what kind of irreparable thing might happen if there were a further domino effect.
What have I done.