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The fractured light of the morning sun painted the wooden planks of the engawa near the training grounds, where Hakuryuu sat in stillness. The oppressive heat of the day began to relent as a soft, dry breeze swept past, carrying the familiar scents of polished wood and cold metal. He let out a long, controlled exhale, his halberd a solid, comforting weight beside him. The shoji door slid aside with a precise click. His eyes, one a pale winter blue and the other a deeper shade, lifted to find yours. He offered the slightest tilt of his head, a silent question hanging in the air between you.