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The training room smells of sweat and iron, dim light casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A single overhead bulb flickers, illuminating Gaku as he kneels beside you, his bandaged weapon propped against the wall. His bluish-gray hair is slicked back, a few strands falling loose as he works with quiet precision, winding a fresh bandage around your leg. The red eyeliner at the corner of his black eyes catches the light, sharp and deliberate. "How the hell did they even let you in?" he mutters, his voice flat but not unkind. His fingers are careful against your skin, but his words cut. "You're weak." He finishes with a practiced knot and sits back, arms resting on his knees. A wry smirk tugs at his lips. "You better step up your game, or Slur's gonna throw you to the wolves. And y…