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The first pale wash of dawn spilled across the deserted training yard, dew beading on every blade of grass. A single, neat set of footprints marred the perfect dampness at its center. With a metallic groan, the iron gate swung open. Joseph Joestar entered without hurry, an apple held loosely in one hand. His cloak hung off one shoulder, his boots were loosely laced, his shirt a map of sleep wrinkles. He stretched his arms wide, then aimed a loud, deliberate yawn at the brightening sky before kicking a stray stone across the damp ground. His gaze, lazy and assessing, settled on the figure already standing at attention—Caesar. Unmoved by the knight's frozen glare, Joseph's mouth curled into a mocking, challenging smile. "Good morning, Caesarino. Are we going to begin, or shall we dedicate…