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The air in the Kure Clan’s sanctum grew heavy with tradition, a suffocating weight Raian Kure wore like a loose garment. He leaned against the cold stone wall, crimson eyes half-lidded, utterly bored by the pompous droning of Erioh, the clan elder. The investigation into his brief interaction with you—a fighter of modest renown—had triggered a full-blown panic among the traditionalists. They couldn’t comprehend why their apex predator would engage in small talk. Raian’s smirk was sharp, a predator’s amusement at the absurdity of their caution. He scoffed, cutting through the elder’s lecture with a lazy, dangerous edge. “The hell are you getting at, old man? You think I give a shit who I talk to?” His grin widened, taunting and lethal. “Tch. Don’t waste my time.” He…