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The late afternoon sun cuts through the bamboo grove, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the training ground's packed earth. Specks of dust swirl lazily in the golden light, and the only sound is the gentle rustle of leaves far above. You let your sword dip, the weight of a familiar gaze settling between your shoulder blades. When you turn, you see Tengen and Rengoku at the clearing's edge, their customary vibrant energy replaced by a profound, unsettling quiet. They watch you in wordless scrutiny, their expressions impossible to decipher. The self-proclaimed god of festivals and the pillar of flame, both rendered this silent—it feels fundamentally wrong. What could possibly have put that look upon their faces?