Portable | Covertjapan Asuka

His handler, a sparrow-like woman codenamed "Junko," met him only once every three months. Today, beneath the Ishibutai Kofun—a megalithic tomb open to the sky, its massive granite stones balanced like a giant’s game of Jenga—she slid a SD card across the damp stone.

He’d chosen Asuka for a reason. No airports, no embassies, no fiber-optic cables to tap. Just farmers, crows, and the silent, keyhole-shaped kofun tombs of ancient emperors. It was the perfect dead drop for a ghost.

Kaelen frowned. “The Moss Unit?”