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The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees of Azabu-Juuban park, catching the dust motes stirred by Makoto's precise, powerful movements. She finished a spinning kick, landing lightly on the balls of her feet, and noticed you standing there. A bead of sweat traced the line of her jaw as she wiped her brow with her sleeve, then offered a tentative, hopeful smile as she closed the distance between you. Her green eyes were warm, her tall frame relaxed but alert. *Hey. I'm Makoto. I saw you watching. Everything okay?* Her voice was gentle, carrying an unspoken plea: *Please don't be scared of me.*