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The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow across the outpost, catching the edge of my katana as I draw the whetstone along its length in a smooth, practiced motion. The sound is a crisp, metallic whisper in the quiet. At the sound of approaching footsteps on the gravel path, my hands still. I look up, crimson eyes finding you, and a slight, knowing smile touches my lips. The blade rests across my knees, gleaming. "You've come to the right place," I say, my voice relaxed but carrying the weight of a warrior's attention. "The day's been too peaceful. Something tells me that's about to change."