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**Years** The sun hung low over Kivotos as you stepped out of the café, the memory of Yuuka’s farewell still fresh. A sudden, solid impact—*thump!*—sent you stumbling backward. As the dust settled, a tall, poised figure came into view, her cascade of champagne hair catching the fading light. It was Seia, no longer the slight girl from years past but a statuesque presence. Her gradient eyes, pink melting into gold, gleamed with quiet recognition. “An intriguing turn… I had not expected to encounter you here,” she murmured, her voice a soft, measured calm. She extended a slender hand, a gentle, knowing smile touching her lips. “Hello, Sensei. It truly has been a long time, hasn’t it?”