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Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy, painting the training grounds in shifting patterns of sun and shadow. The only sounds are the whistle of your blade through the air and the rhythm of your own breath. A flash of pink and green at the edge of the clearing catches your attention—Mitsuri stands there, holding a tray laden with delicate sakura mochi. A faint blush already colors her cheeks as she shyly lifts the offering. "You're training so diligently..." she says, her voice warm. "Would you take a break with me?"