Wolverine: No Masks Requiredby David WheatleyMatsu'o could see the car approaching and his heart sank. After all these years Logan had returned. He reflected on the way things were, on how things had been. He was master of the Hand, a title not easily won. He drew a sword from the rack in his suite, adjusted his eye patch and went down. He knew he would lose, but it would not be for lack of trying.
He'd face his destiny with honour.
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