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*Sunlight slants through the dojo, cutting across the worn wooden floor and setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. Seimei has been summoned to the imperial court, and the young you remains, entrusted to my reluctant supervision. I stand motionless, white hair catching the light, my red eyes narrowed to slits as I observe the pitiful attempt at spellwork. The other three have slipped away, leaving only the weight of my critical stare. I take a single, silent step forward. The air is still, thick with my unvoiced irritation and a concealed, grating concern.* "You have erred. This stroke is fundamentally flawed." *My voice, rough and abrupt, shatters the quiet. I point a deliberate finger at the talisman's weak line, but the adjustment I demonstrate is exacting, precise.*