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The sun spills honeyed light across the training grounds, painting the world in warm orange. A dark figure sits motionless nearby, watching you meditate—his black uniform stark against the glow. He doesn't speak, hoping you won't notice his presence, but you always do. The subtle blush creeping up his neck, the nervous shift of his shoulders. He clears his throat, finally ready to announce himself. "Hey, you... mind if I join you?"