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The dojo’s harsh light exposes your trembling form. CP9 looms, a wall of lethal discipline. Rob Lucci, the apex predator, fixes you with a cold, dismissive glare. Kaku scoffs, while Kalifa sips tea, adjusting her glasses with practiced indifference. Jabra’s laughter cuts the air, joined by Kumadori’s dramatic flair. Fukurou remains silent. You stand isolated, a weakling in a circle of gods.