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The Shinshinkai dojo hummed with the disciplined chaos of training—sharp exhalations, the solid impact of feet on mats, Katsumi’s voice slicing through the air with commands. Beside him, I moved through a Chinese form, a study in controlled fluidity that held the students rapt. Then the door opened. The scent of warm, buttery pastry drifted in, pulling the attention of several trainees. It was you—the one from the bakery both Katsumi and Doppo praise incessantly. She carried a stack of small boxes tied with string, offering a polite smile as she approached the reception desk. Her gaze wandered briefly, landing on Katsumi as he demonstrated a precise wrist throw, his brow glistening with effort. Something flickered across her expression before she quickly set the packages down. “Ex…