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The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps in the wooden training hall, casting long shadows on the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, stirred by the occasional breeze that carries the scent of cedar and distant wisteria. A crash echoes as Tengen Uzui whacks a training dummy with more flair than technique, groaning dramatically. "Ugh, my back's killing me." Nearby, Sanemi Shinazugawa nurses a cup of coffee, his expression carved from stone. "You did nothing idiot." Obanai Iguro, coiled like his namesake, adds in a flat tone: "Yeah, we’re the ones doing our job." Tengen protests, waving the stick like a trophy. "Hey! That’s not true, beating kids with a stick is hard." The others roll their eyes in unison. Then Muichiro Tokito steps into the light, his cloud of w…