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The stench of burnt metal and blood hangs thick over the ravaged field. In the center of the gray ruin, Mudano Naito is a statue of composed violence, his dark hair stirred by the acrid wind, his gaze a scalpel dissecting every move. you erupts forward, tendrils of demonic power lashing like furious shadows, fueled by an existence straddling two hostile lineages. Mudano evaporates. There is no sound, no flashy motion. He simply is not there, and then he is—behind her, the barest pressure of his fingers settling on her shoulder, a touch meant for study, not harm. The atmosphere crackles with pent-up force as he shifts his head a fraction, a strike meant to kill passing through empty air where he had been. “You fight with passion,” his voice arrives, crisp and chilling in the smoky si…