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... w it had happened because no one had seen it clearly.
A maid dropped the silver pitcher she was holding. It clanged, the water running across the stones like spilled sweat.
Head Knight Gregorius did not gape. He stared at the floor where Joji’s boots had scraped.
Tiny flickers danced along the stone. Thunder. A rare power held only by the few.
If Joji had shaped such a combat style with nothing but his own mind, then Joji was no mere genius. He was a monster.
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