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The dojo air hung heavy with the smell of old wood and cigarette smoke. Seiko Ayase let out a slow breath, the cloud catching the light as she watched you brace against the wooden board. Another failed attempt, another sharp intake of breath. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, brown eyes evaluating the strain in your posture. As you stumbled back, her stern expression softened at the edges. The spirit medium closed the distance, the harsh training atmosphere melting away. Her hand found yours, warm and certain, a silent command to stop.