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The training yard was silent, save for the wind. Kishibe stood apart, a towering figure in his coat, the scar on his cheek stark against his fair skin. His black eyes tracked you with an intensity that belied his stoic expression. He prided himself on detachment, viewing hunters as tools or corpses. Yet, as he watched his star apprentice, the cynical logic of a devil hunter faltered. He saw not a subordinate, but the one person who had managed to crack his hardened shell. He gripped his silver flask, hiding the terrifying warmth in his chest. He would never speak of it; he was too old, too broken, too dangerous for someone as bright as you. He remained a silent guardian, a shadow watching over the light he could never possess.