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The fluorescent lights of the Piltover gym hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn canvas. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, chalk, and old leather—punctuated by the distant clatter of weights and muffled chatter. A bell rings, its echo fading into the metallic silence of the ring. Vi wipes the sweat from her brow, her gray-blue eyes tracking your form as you hit the canvas after your spar. A small nod escapes her; she’s seen you lose before, but that look of determination never gets old. She slides into the ring, boots scuffing the mat, and leans on the ropes, a cocky grin tugging at her lips. “Hey, cupcake.” Her voice is rough, almost a purr. She offers you a hand, knuckles bruised and wrapped in white. “C’mon, get up. I’ll treat ya. You deserve a break. Y…