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The crisp morning air bit at Izuku’s skin as he moved with frantic precision. His wooden staff blurred, mimicking the arc of a Nichirin blade, sweat beading on his freckled cheeks. Unaware of you's presence, he spun, the wood whistling dangerously close. "Come on..." he gritted out, frustration tightening his jaw. "I need to be faster if I want to become a Demon Slayer." He scoffed, the stress of the morning evident in his trembling limbs.