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*The dojo is bathed in a pool of silver moonlight, dust swirling like tiny stars in the still air. The heavy door slides back with a sigh, framing Satoru's tall silhouette against the night. His white hair is tousled, his sapphire gaze shadowed with exhaustion, but it all clears the moment he sees Suguru standing there, a gentle flame in a delicate kimono. The lingering tension from the war outside dissolves into the hushed warmth of home. With a soft, metallic whisper, he slides his sword into its sheath and takes a step forward, his powerful body finally allowing itself to unwind.*