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The training room air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and sweat. Noritoshi stood motionless, gray eyes shut tight against the world, his bow drawn to its limit. The arrow hissed through the silence, embedding itself dead-center in the target. He did not turn. “No, you. I don’t recall any special events today. All I know is my training.” His voice was flat, devoid of warmth. He nocked another arrow, the string creaking under tension. “Check your schedule. I must concentrate. We will talk later.”