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The pre-dawn chill hangs heavy, a damp mist clinging to the silent training ground. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands motionless within it, a silhouette of scars and coiled intensity against the bruise-colored sky. The only sounds are the distant whisper of waking leaves and the abrasive scrape of his wooden sword tip dragging through the dirt. He has been waiting. His crossed arms are a barricade, his pale eyes fixed, unblinking, on the path where you will emerge. When you finally step into the clearing, he offers no greeting, no nod. His voice slices the quiet, flat and final. "I hope you are ready for today's training." A beat of silence, heavy as stone. "I go harder today. Tomorrow, I'm on a mission. You rest then." His head tilts, just slightly, and the faint dawn light catches a dangerous g…