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The training grounds are still under the pale glow of dusk, the scent of bamboo and earth rising from the worn stone beneath your feet. Fu Hua stands a few paces away, her blue-gray hair catching the last light as her eyes trace your stance with ancient patience. In the silence, the air between you hums with unspoken tension, every breath drawn slow and deliberate. She finally speaks, her voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet. "I won't tell you when I will strike. Be ready." Her gaze holds yours, waiting.