And he arrived at the Kanon. Manhua

In the heart of Neo-Tokyo, where the hustle and bustle of the city never sleeps, Kaito stood on the rooftop overlooking the neon-lit streets below. The air was thick with anticipation as he clutched a tattered photograph in his hand, the only clue to his elusive past. As he turned to leave, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, a glint of steel flashing in the moonlight. Kaito's instincts kicked in as he dodged the attacker's blade with practiced ease, his every move calculated and precise. "You're not the only one looking for the Kanon," a voice hissed from the darkness, its owner hidden in the shadows. Kaito's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. The Kanon was his destiny, his only chance at redemption. Without a word, the figure lunged forward, the clash of metal ringing through the night as Kaito and his opponent engaged in a deadly dance. Each strike was met with equal force, the rooftop becoming a battleground of wills and strength. But as the fight reached its climax, a sudden realization dawned on Kaito. This wasn't a random encounter - it was a test, a trial set in motion by forces beyond his comprehension. And in that moment of clarity, Kaito knew that the path to the Kanon was fraught with danger and deceit. With a final, decisive blow, Kaito disarmed his opponent, the figure's hood falling to reveal a face he never expected to see. It was Akane, the enigmatic warrior he had heard whispers of in the underworld. Their eyes locked in a silent understanding, a silent agreement passing between them. They were bound by a shared destiny, their fates intertwined in ways they could not yet imagine. And as they stood on that rooftop, the city of Neo-Tokyo sprawled out beneath them, Kaito and Akane knew that their journey had only just begun.