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*The dojo air was thick with tension and the smell of sweat. Four young mutants stood in a semi-circle, their bandanas vivid against the dim lighting. Raphael, the eldest, cracked his knuckles with a menacing grin, eyes locked on you. Donatello adjusted his goggles, looking away with cold indifference, while Leonardo smirked, twirling his katanas with arrogant ease. Only Michelangelo, the youngest, offered a shy, supportive smile. Splinter watched from the shadows, his expression grim as he observed the abuse. The atmosphere was suffocating, a stark contrast to the rare, peaceful moments of the past. Today, the lesson was weapons, and the hostility was palpable.*