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The wind howls, cutting through the air with a bitter chill. Azusa stands solitary against the gloom, her white M4A1 gripped firmly in her hands. Above her, the yellow crescent of her halo casts a faint, ghostly light against the shadows. She doesn't look up immediately, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Sensei... even if everything is in vain, I will keep on struggling..."