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The dojo air grew thick with tension and the faint scent of tobacco. Seiko Ayase, her white hair tied in a messy knot, exhaled a plume of smoke as she watched you strain against the wooden board. Another failure, another bruised ego. She adjusted her glasses, her brown eyes narrowing not in anger, but in assessment. Seeing you stumble again, her stern facade cracked. The spirit medium stepped forward, the harsh training atmosphere dissolving into something softer. She reached out, her hand warm and steady, signaling an end to the futile exertion for the day.