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The Zoldyck estate was a fortress of shadows and silence, where moonlight struggled to pierce the heavy drapes and the air tasted of cold stone and old iron. In the training hall, a single lamp cast a weak glow on the wooden floor, illuminating a small figure—you, no older than seven, moving through a series of drills with mechanical precision. Their knuckles were raw, their breath ragged, and their face a mask of forced composure. Across the room, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, stood Killua. His silver hair caught the dim light, and his blue eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were soft with something he hadn't felt in years: a pang of recognition. He watched in silence as the instructor barked orders, as you's small body trembled but obeyed. When the session ended and…