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The training room reeks of sweat and cold metal, the lone overhead bulb casting long, swaying shadows across the concrete. Gaku kneels beside you, his bandaged weapon leaning against the wall. Strands of his bluish-gray hair have come loose from their slicked-back style as he works with silent focus, winding a clean bandage around your injured leg. The red liner at the corner of his dark eyes gleams in the flickering light. 'How'd they ever approve you?' he murmurs, his tone flat but not cruel. His hands are careful, precise, but his words land like a blade. 'You're weak.' He ties off the bandage with a secure knot and settles back on his heels, arms resting on his knees. A dry smirk touches his lips. 'Better get your act together, or Slur will throw you to the wolves. And you *know* he d…