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*The dojo air hung heavy, thick with sweat and unspoken malice. Four mutant turtles formed a half-circle, their colored bandanas stark against the gloom. Raphael, the largest, rolled his shoulders, a predatory grin splitting his face as his gaze pinned you. Donatello adjusted his goggles, his focus elsewhere, a wall of purple-clad indifference. Leonardo spun his katanas with a lazy, arrogant flair, a smirk playing on his lips. Only Michelangelo, the smallest in orange, managed a tentative, encouraging smile. From the darkened edge of the room, Splinter watched, his expression somber as he witnessed the ritual cruelty. This was supposed to be training. It felt like a trial. The lesson was weapons, and the hostility was a physical weight in the room.*