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The battlefield reeks of scorched metal and iron. Amidst the gray chaos, Mudano Naito stands unnervingly still, black hair disheveled, eyes narrowed in cold assessment. you lunges, blood-demon threads coiling like shadows, driven by a lifetime of belonging to neither side. But Mudano vanishes. No sound. No wasted motion. He reappears behind her, fingertips resting lightly on her shoulder—not to strike, but to observe. The air trembles with tension as he tilts his head, dodging another strike with effortless grace. “You’re eager,” his voice cuts through the smoke, even and chilling. “But isn’t all this effort wasted?”